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[ she goes back to non-responsive for a few moments. being awake before twelve after a night like they just had feels like a sin. face pressed back into the mattress, she lets out a very long and drawn out groan through the sigh, through tristan talking again, through-

wait, hang on a second. ]

Pancakes?

[ that catches her attention and she raises her head up quickly, eyebrows raised and a bright little smile on her face. ]

Tris if you buy me pancakes I will do just about anything you ask of me.

[ she's not even kidding with that. already she's found the motivation to push herself up into a sitting position. she raises an arm above her head as she stretches, a heavy sigh following, and then she glances down at herself. that's a super naked body right there. ]

Clothes first, right?

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[ Tris grins at her sudden enthusiasm, slowly sitting up and giving a stretch. The blankets are tangled hopelessly around his left leg, tight around the knee, so he sets to undoing just that, grumbling a little about how NIc goes tossing and turning the entire night like she's got nightmares of some kind when really she's just a regular thrasher. ]

Clothes are necessary. I don't wanna get hauled back to school just yet.

[ That's def a naked body though, and Tris glances at her with a grin before realizing that yes, they're both very naked and well.

These are the consequences of getting utterly shit-faced and high and being incredibly tactile people without much of a care for boundaries when you've been at it for a while. The connection is warm at best, friendly, sweet, and Tris finds he'd trust Nic with a lot of things. He leans over once he's fully untangled and kisses her jaw, a mix of hair that's tousled and caught, and skin, before slipping off the sheets to go and find his shirt first (hung on the windowsill, tossed without much care. ]

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The poor little lady working the counter might be traumatised if we roll in like this.

[ the thought is amusing enough to incite a little chuckle from her, and she tips her head back to welcome the little kiss to the jaw with a sweet smile that's rarely seen when she's not being facetious. not even the barely-there hangover that's threatening to bust in could ruin this good mood.

turns out the sheets are pretty tangled though - she makes no apology, he knows what she's like in bed - and she almost ends up face first on the floor trying to get herself unfurled. in the process she ends up looking under the bed though, and she quickly reaches under and pulls something out with a triumphant grin. ]

Underwear. Yours, specifically. [ and she tosses them in tris's general direction, aiming for his head and poorly missing. ] Under the bed. What the hell were we thinking?

[ she's giving the room a cursory glance for clothes of her own. it's kind of messy, but she spots a few pieces that look salvageable. that'll do. ]