[Ganymede had woken up feeling surprisingly comforted by something very soft, very warm, and very fluffy. The floor was cold when his feet had finally touched it, but he eventually adjusted himself to the temperature. It was unusual, but he was okay, and Lethe was okay, curling around his bare ankles and twitching her tail as he ventured out of the room, to try to figure out exactly where he was. Dressed in a slightly oversized t-shirt, and boxer shorts that barely hit him mid-thigh, he carried his kitten with him out into the hallway, and peeked around for anyone else.]

Hallo? [He sounds a little lost.]

[She turned over, trying to get comfortable. Her feet bumped into a leg, and she grumbled. She flung her leg over the other pair, and snuggled closer to the body they were attached to. Her hand landed on a hip, her cheek nuzzled for a comfortable place on a shoulder.


Wait a second...

She was pretty sure she'd gone to bed alone.

She cracked open one eye.

Huh. Definitely hadn't gotten drunk enough to end up in bed with a woman.]

Hmm. Ah, hello?