Behind Izzy, the lump of bedsheets that constitutes Martin stretches, rolls, and drapes an arm solidly over his chest, more-or-less (so much less) trapping Izzy in an embrace.
"K'dys d'n bre'fst. Yr m'pillow." He mumbles, not entirely coherently, and after a wide yawn, nuzzles his face between Izzy's shoulder blades dropping a kiss there for good measure.
Izzy's face is a swirling mess of emotions, too early for him to have the mask on tight enough for them not to escape, but he lands on something that looks like it might be grudging acceptance, and gives Kaidy a gruff nod.
"S'pose I ought to get him vertical if there's food in the offing." This could of course also be considered a job, but there's just no stopping some people.
Re: Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
"K'dys d'n bre'fst. Yr m'pillow." He mumbles, not entirely coherently, and after a wide yawn, nuzzles his face between Izzy's shoulder blades dropping a kiss there for good measure.
Izzy's face is a swirling mess of emotions, too early for him to have the mask on tight enough for them not to escape, but he lands on something that looks like it might be grudging acceptance, and gives Kaidy a gruff nod.
"S'pose I ought to get him vertical if there's food in the offing." This could of course also be considered a job, but there's just no stopping some people.