[similarly, Olivine hardly stirs at all when the transformation begins. the only movements he makes are to nestle into the familiar wrap of arms, his own sliding up around shoulders, reminiscent of their first time really.
he does eventually mumble something and nuzzle into Basch's jaw, waking slowly to the realisation that it feels different from when they laid down. the scent is different too, something he's only recently begun to notice, and with a hum, he hugs a little closer. when he speaks, his voice is still a little slurred, a yawn trailing along with his speech.]
... morning...
[it'll take him a moment longer to realise how hard the other is, certainly by the time he presses in any closer.]
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he does eventually mumble something and nuzzle into Basch's jaw, waking slowly to the realisation that it feels different from when they laid down. the scent is different too, something he's only recently begun to notice, and with a hum, he hugs a little closer. when he speaks, his voice is still a little slurred, a yawn trailing along with his speech.]
... morning...
[it'll take him a moment longer to realise how hard the other is, certainly by the time he presses in any closer.]