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[rockabillyboy]

Usually, Jack Vincent is an early riser. He gets up and he runs or he does yoga. He usually makes breakfast and brings Poison coffee in bed. They had a late night, though, so he's still sleeping when his alarm goes off. He reaches out, hitting snooze and turns over, burrowing his face into Poison's chest.

"Nope. Not yet," he murmurs.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wakes kind of faster than he usually does, because Jack's voice sounds weird, and in his general state of low-key paranoia, he notices stuff like that. Also... he just-- he feels different? He moves a little, sleepy brain trying to wake up faster as the not quite right sensory input starts gaining traction.

He slides his hand up Jack's back and... okay there's a lot more hair than he's used to. It's longer.

"Jack?"