> You grumble at your name being said, and instinctively close your eyes tighter, muttering out
> But, the voice, the tone, the dry sound, makes you crack open an eye, and pull back just a bit, to look down sleepily at the redblood in your arms.
"…Yeah? Somethin’ yah needin?"
> Worry laced your tone, that was for sure.
> Your face is flushed, but you manage to speak with some spunk.
"…. do you?"
> Your eyes motion to his arms wrapped around you, trying to puff up your chest some. It was hard when you were perfectly cuddled into his muscular body.
"… you… you were… did, you…. sleep with me?"
> You ask, raspy morning voice now holding a touch of your regular tone to it. You try to crane your neck up more to guage his reaction, but it only causes a weak finch. Your neck’s wound still throbbing slightly.