[Nightimin]

The night drifted on, Midnight fast approaching. About half an hour before the clock struck twelve, the foreign boy awoke from his peacefully dreamless slumber.

First a mop of dark hair revealed itself from beneath the sheets, Then the arch of a back as Nicolae languidly stretched and yawned into his palm. The room was cold in contrast to the bundle he'd been nestled in, his body reacting with a slight shiver. He smoothed a hand down his chest in a vain attempt at warming up and bit his lip when his fingers brushed the hardness of a nipple.

"Mhm." Muttering something inaudible while pulling the sheets back up around his shoulders, wet blue eyes looked around the room for another body tentatively while blinking away the remains of sleep.
"What time issit?"