[Closed; RO OC losers waking up together again]

[nevercrossme]

The bed beneath him had never been this comfortable. At best, he remembered a vague feeling of his head resting on a lap, perhaps in another life, another distant time...

But as he opened his eyes, vision blurred and head feeling weighed by something akin to alcohol or maybe just waking up to a Savage on his head again (don't ask), he let go of what he knew no longer was. His previous life didn't matter to him, Kain thought impatiently, wanting the fever dream to rush away so he could fall back to sleep. He failed to notice the humming of the room, how sensitive the clothing on his skin felt - how light it carried itself along his limbs.

Warm bed, his mind added. Literally all that matters.

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[memoryfault]

He didn't give much thought to waking up next to someone. And why should he, when it was so quickly apparent that there were new things afoot? Things Damian had never seen before, let alone examined.

He'd left the bed behind, Kain in it, almost immediately, and hasn't been back in the three hours since. There are a thousand things to acquaint himself with (those doors are fascinating, what magic is that?), and things only get better when he discovers a little handheld... something. He doesn't have a name to put to it, although it doesn't take him long to figure out how to work it. It's a fount of information, after that. He pours over everything it will show him, and spends a good two of those three hours seated in the sill of the window, scrolling through endless information.

By the time he makes it back to the bed again, he knows quite a bit about this place. Not everything, not by a long shot, but a bit. There's still an unfortunate, gaping lack that's bothering him, although for a moment he pushes it aisde.

"Kain." He's leaned over the bed to shake his shoulder, eyes bright and expectant. "Kain. Haven't you slept enough yet?"