[Like Sakuma, Kidou was habitually an early riser, used to early mornings and rarely inclined to sleep in. On most times, he'd be awake just as quickly as Sakuma had been. But.. not quite this time.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware there was a noise somewhere. He was nudged shortly afterwards, which dragged his brain into just enough consciousness to figure out that he knew what that noise was. Ah, an alarm. That should worry him, but this time recognition is paired with mere acceptance.
Once the noise was identified, he stopped trying to think about it at all. He felt more relaxed and comfortable than he could ever remember being, and that noise just wasn't bothersome enough to drag him away from the comfortable warmth of the blanket and whatever he was nestled up against. His only reaction was to duck his head down, feeling his goggles press against his face as they met resistance. That, too, was a very familiar sensation; anytime he buried his head into a pillow he felt the same thing. It didn't register in his mind at all.
At about the same time, he was rewarded by the noise stopping. His breathing grew deeper again, any vague consciousness he'd collected slipping back away. If he'd just woken up a bit more, he'd realize that comfortably familiar and warm something that he'd draped one arm over was familiar for a very good reason.]
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Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware there was a noise somewhere. He was nudged shortly afterwards, which dragged his brain into just enough consciousness to figure out that he knew what that noise was. Ah, an alarm. That should worry him, but this time recognition is paired with mere acceptance.
Once the noise was identified, he stopped trying to think about it at all. He felt more relaxed and comfortable than he could ever remember being, and that noise just wasn't bothersome enough to drag him away from the comfortable warmth of the blanket and whatever he was nestled up against. His only reaction was to duck his head down, feeling his goggles press against his face as they met resistance. That, too, was a very familiar sensation; anytime he buried his head into a pillow he felt the same thing. It didn't register in his mind at all.
At about the same time, he was rewarded by the noise stopping. His breathing grew deeper again, any vague consciousness he'd collected slipping back away. If he'd just woken up a bit more, he'd realize that comfortably familiar and warm something that he'd draped one arm over was familiar for a very good reason.]