[Oh, he'd been woken, all right. It just didn't get him out of bed-- instead, when Oren had started to get up, Ryan had curled closer and buried his face against him with a pathetic sound and an unintelligible mumble that was probably asking him to just stay here and sleep.
He dozes off again, and the noises slowly begin to pull him back out of sleep, dragging him groggily into awareness again as he continues to try to justify to himself just why he should stay in bed-- he's just about to pull the pillow over his face when he hears that loud burst of sound, and that gets him up like a shot, stumbling blearily into the kitchen in an oversized nightshirt.]
What the hell was-- oh. Oh my god, turn that off-!
[Bare, webbed feet slap against the floor as he rushes to the stove and quickly shuts it off, nudging Oren out of the way if he has to, and with that crisis hopefully averted he slumps against the counter. Ryan looks like a mess, honestly, his curly hair frizzed out in random directions, glasses askew, eyes still not quite fully open.]
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He dozes off again, and the noises slowly begin to pull him back out of sleep, dragging him groggily into awareness again as he continues to try to justify to himself just why he should stay in bed-- he's just about to pull the pillow over his face when he hears that loud burst of sound, and that gets him up like a shot, stumbling blearily into the kitchen in an oversized nightshirt.]
What the hell was-- oh. Oh my god, turn that off-!
[Bare, webbed feet slap against the floor as he rushes to the stove and quickly shuts it off, nudging Oren out of the way if he has to, and with that crisis hopefully averted he slumps against the counter. Ryan looks like a mess, honestly, his curly hair frizzed out in random directions, glasses askew, eyes still not quite fully open.]
Okay, don't. Light. Anything.