Long lashes fluttered slightly while the slumbering body on the bed shifted, causing the once neat blankets to crumple. He stretched, long limbs showing pale skin, reddening as they scraped against the fabric. Silvery strands curled and spiraled beneath his head, laid over the large pillows. The white nymph finally stopped. His breathing steadied as his pupils finally peeked through his lashes.
He waited as the persistent drowsiness left his body before he forced himself to sit up. Consequently, a certain snowy furball rolled from his stomach, landing on the mattress with a soft thud. The ball uncurled himself, revealing sluggish, beady eyes and droopy ears. Snow whined as he dragged his lethargic little body closer to his master.
Blinking, Moulin drew his eyebrows together, glancing at the dim windows. 'How long was I asleep?'
"Ao..." Snow blinked slowly at him before he turned towards the doors of the bedroom.
