Normally, Lars would be somewhere drifting in the nether void of dreamless sleep—ever since the time he’d accepted that
evan fader was gone, and no longer physically returning he’d willed himself to stop having weird imagery dancing in his mind’s eye after his head hit the sack.
…which,
unfortunately, was usually around three in the damned-ass morning.
Look, he had difficulty sleeping at an earlier time.
So for the loud alarm to go off more or less an
hour into his unaware unconsciousness, well…
If there was one thing that anyone should avoid, it was waking up someone who was smack-ass in the middle of REM sleep!“Che cazzo…” he grumbled as he grabbed his PokéGear and read the notification, before rolling his eyes.
‘Clearly.’‘I know. What in the absolute fuck.’‘Why so early, though?’‘I… am gonna give him a piece of my mind. Maybe in private, though, considering everyone’s headed there.’‘Fair.’What other choice did he have…
Some scant minutes later (thanks to the Lynette
Teleport express) he would arrive next at the designated gathering point…
…the grumpiest mf’ing person present, by far.
What did draw his half-asleep brain’s attention was the presence of all the Ice-types so far; particularly his cousin
Elinor Anderson’s Avalugg companion.
“Red… y’better have a damned good reason for calling this so early in the morning,” he grumbled, hair dishelved and basically a mess. He’d practically rolled out in the… well,
ollie morales would recognize what the hell he’d accidentally showed up dressed in.
(Definitely
not the Hoennian uniform, that’s for sure.)
The scowl was visible on his face for the briefest of seconds; and for a few moments he rambled something in
Italian Alto Marean, brain still not fully online…
“Qualcuno ha l'espresso?” he rumbled a few moments afterward, running a hand sleepily through his hair and absolutely refusing to open his eyes because fuck that shit, he was tired!
(He… was definitely going to have to call in later. Head privileges and all.)
“Wait, fuck… anyone got an espresso?” he belatedly translated, just in case anyone (or everyone, really) gave him funny, weird-ass looks.
And if anyone was sharp enough to notice… he
didn’t have an Ice-type accompanying him. But there was a valid explanation for that…
Sénon Game, you never wake up someone in the middle of REM sleep LOL | everyone else of worth mentioning already tagged up there