Damascus stirred, wrapped completely around the metal legs as if he was trying to become one with it. A small whimper left his throat, and he slowly opened his eyes. Why did everything hurt?
Or maybe it was just his head. It was hard to tell.
Carefully, he slid up into a sitting position, and hit his head on the back of the stool. At this point, however, a bonk on the head did nothing to affect the dull ache, and he hardly reacted.
Gazing around under half-shut eyelids, his hair a mess, he caught sight of Boris and Engel embracing, and a sweet smile crawled up his face.
"Awwe." He cooed softly to himself, voice hoarse.
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