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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 26, 2020 22:30:01 GMT -5
He'd gotten some sleep, for once. Okay, Apollo had downright drugged him, sneaking one too many poppy seeds into his meager piece of prey, unbeknownst to him, and he'd fallen asleep.
Noceur had been out for a good two full days, enough that the Guider was actually worried he'd put the tom into a coma, though he maintained it should have been fine for his size, it was probably his body just being so exhausted that it needed the rest. After all, Apollo did tend to stay up for days at a time without realizing it, and then eat an entire freshkill pile of prey before passing out for a day or two.
Luckily, by day three the tom woke up, so Apollo didn't have to worry about Xuxa torturing him for murdering her brother...
It was the most restful sleep the tom had gotten in moons, a dreamless sort of sleep. He woke slowly, the whisper of voices that he recognized in his ears, and pawed at his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the lack of nagging tiredness. For once in what felt like his entire adult life, Noceur actually felt rested. "Mmm?"
He'd begun to really get to know his group mates. Now that was wasn't running between the regime and the league he'd had the time to observe the cats around him more and notice things. Like this one cat in particular not sleeping and a guider deciding he'd take matters into his own hands and drug said cats.. he'd need to speak with Apollo about that are some point but none the less..
"Seems sleeping beauty has finally awoken." He mewed with amusement tinging his tone as he grinned down at the sleep drunk tom.
"I told you he wasn't dead!" Apollo announced, dramatically waving a white paw that was stained green at Noceur with a triumphant expression.
"Mhmm?" The former Sentinel hummed, blinking his mismatched eyes slowly as he leaned up into a sitting position. "Where am I? How long was I out?" He experimentally flexed his claws. Everything seemed to be in order. But he still didn't know how he'd fallen asleep in the first place, though it was quickly becoming clear that a certain Guider probably had something to do with it.
Myst slide a sidelong glance at Apollo before his attention turned back to the groggy cat in front of him. "I'm really not sure how long you've been out.. Apollo can you answer that?" There was a tinge of annoyance in the tom's voice as he turned his full attention to the guider beside him. This wasn't acceptable under his watch and he'd make sure this tom knew it, no matter his reasoning.
