“Hey, hey. Rion. Rion, yah,” a throaty wince resounded, hitting Rion's still drowsy state faintly, slowly rocking him to wake, “hey, wake the f*ck up...”
Feeling a cold palm grasping his arm, shaking it weakly so it eases his sleepiness and casually take him off of dreamland, Rion groaned.
Out of his instinct and heavy desire to go back to sleep and have as much rest as he wanted, he slapped the heavy weight from disturbing his peace. Pissed off, he snuggled close to the soft throw pillow he was clinging onto like, as if it was his lifeline and being close to it would prolong his life.
“Dead sleeper,” the voice hissed lowly once more and this time, Rion felt the person's soles against his back, softly pushing him off the quilt.
“What the hell?” He growled, annoyed
Half awaken, Rion co
