[Aymeric had let go of Francel at some point in the night, opting to just half-lay on him on his side.
The morning comes. And with it the morning rituals. The manservant had entered the room at some point, pulling the blankets properly over Francel and Aymeric. The manservant pushes the curtains aside to let the morning light in. He rolls in the cart with the teapot and takes his leave, allowing Lord Byron to wake the couple.
And he does. He jumps directly onto Aymeric and bats his ear cuff, Aymeric waving his hand weakly to shoo him away. He gives in, opening his eyes blearily and sitting up. He places a hand on Francel's shoulder and jostles him softly.
Lord Byron jumps on Francel and decides to bat his feet with his claws.]
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The morning comes. And with it the morning rituals. The manservant had entered the room at some point, pulling the blankets properly over Francel and Aymeric. The manservant pushes the curtains aside to let the morning light in. He rolls in the cart with the teapot and takes his leave, allowing Lord Byron to wake the couple.
And he does. He jumps directly onto Aymeric and bats his ear cuff, Aymeric waving his hand weakly to shoo him away. He gives in, opening his eyes blearily and sitting up. He places a hand on Francel's shoulder and jostles him softly.
Lord Byron jumps on Francel and decides to bat his feet with his claws.]