bleah, good morning sunshine [riley]

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Whoever invented the sun was evil. Ignoring the fact that he usually relished in laying out in the thing he was currently hating with all his willpower, Maxwell continued to think blasphemous thoughts as he pulled the blanket up to cover his eyes. Ugh, it still shone though easily. Damn thin couch blankets... Grumpily, he tried to turn over onto his side, but after a moment of unfruitful tugging, he gave up and accepted that fact that he was hopelessly tangled in the sheets, throws, and pillows he usually kept so neatly arranged on the sofa. Bleah, whatever, it was probably that damn sun's fault. Somehow. Whatever. He was too hung-over from drunk teen energy to think. His head was pounding, and his neck was throbbing--

Oh.

Oh!

The memory of the last hour of his consciousness last night hit him with the force of a ton of bricks, and his eyes snapped open before squinting shut quickly in pain. Oh gosh, Riley had been pressing him down so hard, he'd been pinned helplessly~. Not even bothering to be concerned about how much that made him happy instead of upset (the fairy was the first to admit that his tastes we rather weird), he struggled for a bit until he'd freed up an arm, and touched it gingerly to his neck. It still stung like a mother effer, but he brushed his fingertips across the holes gently, his face heating up. Next time – if Riley allowed a next time, he'd fish out the charm he'd bought soon after his neighbor had been turned, the one that minimized the pain of the bites. If only he could go back in time and remember to bring it to the club, maybe he'd have a clearer recollection of Riley moving over him. Maybe he'd have even made a move oh god, never mind, that would have been bad! At the very least, he might not have essentially passed out on his friend on the way home.

His thoughts off remembering all he could of the torso pressing his own down, he almost didn't hear the door click open. “Hmm...?” It was a long, sleepy, and confused sound, and he blearily pealed the blankets back from his eyes, but found himself at an angle where he could only look at the opposite side of the room from the door. Tipping from side to side in order to wiggle his cocoon onto it's side (and dislodging Shibuya from the top of the heap), he blew back the loose hair from his face and stared up at--

Ah! Oh no, he couldn't let himself be seen like this! He'd always made sure to prep himself to the max before letting Riley get a look at him! It suddenly became apparent to the fae that he hadn't bothered to shower at all last night, and the sweat and blood had dried against his skin, leaving what was sure to be a very grimy shine. Rolling hard in panic, he tipped off the couch and landing with a little 'oomph!'. Struggling like a surfer being swept under a tide, he wiggled free from the blankets and scuttled like a bug towards his bedroom. “J-Just a second!” He said, practically dive bombing on top of his hair brush and starting to brush his long hair rapidly while keeping his (certain to be gross!) face hidden. [/style] [/style][/style][/style]