[ It's Tim's first decent night's sleep since this started. It might be the relief of putting Danny away, or exhaustion finally catching up to him, but he's dead asleep, as cozy as he's ever been, with Hawk's chest as his pillow and his arm as his second blanket.
He groans at being jostled awake, and turns around to try to preserve his sleep before the words fully set in. ]
It was...that girl. Turned into a chicken and clucked at it.
[ He's never talked to this girl in his life and having to say that sentence out loud is not motivating him to do so. ]
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He groans at being jostled awake, and turns around to try to preserve his sleep before the words fully set in. ]
It was...that girl. Turned into a chicken and clucked at it.
[ He's never talked to this girl in his life and having to say that sentence out loud is not motivating him to do so. ]
Lauralae. Go back to bed.
[ Eyes are still closed. Refusing to wake up. ]