WHO: Steve & Nyx (Stevie Nyx?) WHAT: Tether me bro WHERE: Nyx's House WHEN: Plot week RATING: T for teenage swearing
Steve wakes slowly, facedown in a pillow. Not unusual, and neither is his unwillingness to get up (is it that obvious he's not a morning person?) He screws his eyes shut against the morning light and burrows deeper into the pillow, chasing an extra five minutes.
What does strike him as unusual, though, is when his little egg creature (Togepree? Togepi? It repeats the same noise over and over, and Steve hasn't named it yet) doesn't headbutt him. He's only had the little guy a few weeks now, but it's been long enough to set a routine - he always woke Steve up with an excited chirp and a headbutt.
Steve rolls over, blinking blearily to clear the sleep from his vision, and he jumps damn near straight out of his skin when he touches - well, somebody else's bare skin! Steve flops, cringing away on instinct, and rolls right over the other end of the bed, landing hard on the floor in a mess of blankets and the scraps of his dignity. "Wha-ugh!"