[This was the slowest that 76 had ever pulled from sleep, even if on the edges of his senses was that creeping need to be up and moving. No time to waste and linger, a habit from years of sleeping in whatever hole he could get in to. Something kept even that a bit sluggish, shifting in that pull towards wakefulness.
Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
no subject
Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
Ah, right.]