Who: Eliot Waugh & OPEN What: Eliot wakes up in a bed that is definitely not his own but isn't too surprised. Where: Someone's bed. When: Tuesday, Early morning. Warnings: Welp, Eliot sleeps in the nude, but aside from that... possible language. Don't see much else, but if needed, will update. Status: Open/Ongoing
Eliot hummed contentedly as he wriggled lower into the smooth sheets and comfortable blanket that covered his naked body. As much as he enjoyed waking hours and being alive and magic, these moments of half awake, half asleep, but completely content and at peace were heaven. If heaven were real, of course.
He could feel the sun on the backs of his eyes but he tried desperately to hold onto that last bit of sleep for as long as possible. Only when it became evident that dreams were long gone and his body would slumber no longer, did Eliot let out a long, heavy sigh and open his eyes.
Blinking, he frowned. Well, this was definitely not his room. He sat up and looked around for some kind of sign as to where he was or who he was with. He was, perhaps, not as worried as he should be. Then again, this wasn't the first time he woke up in a place without knowing exactly where he was. Usually, though, it came back to him fairly quickly.
Lucky for him, or unlucky, depending on how one looked at it, the owner of the room—at least, Eliot assumed—entered the room and he offered them a cute little grin.
"Hello there... any chance you can tell me how I got here? I must have partied harder than usual because, honey, I can't remember a thing."