[Asahi, on the other hand, enjoys his slumber. With how cold it is outside, he's feeling far too warm and toasty indoors, curled up in his heavy pile of blankets with no intention of waking up before noon (although he's resigned to the fact that his internal alarm will get him up before nine, but he can dream). But sleeping in has always been easier when it's cold, and he wants to take advantage of it.
Or could, before he hears the ever familiar voice of Nishinoya calling to him. Asahi groans, and his face turns into the pillow.]
Feels too early. 'n cold. [And with that, he curls in a bit more, pulling his face further underneath the blankets. Try again, Nishinoya, it may take more effort to get him awake.]
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Or could, before he hears the ever familiar voice of Nishinoya calling to him. Asahi groans, and his face turns into the pillow.]
Feels too early. 'n cold. [And with that, he curls in a bit more, pulling his face further underneath the blankets. Try again, Nishinoya, it may take more effort to get him awake.]