A faint yet evident commotion reached his ears. Moulin moaned uncomfortably.
A pair of long furry ears rose from the head of the little white fox who had curled itself asleep on the youth's stomach. One ear twitched.
Silvery lashes trembled. Roused from his nap, Moulin drowsily lifted his head from the cushion pillow of the couch. He lowered his feet, which were resting on the armrest, and he stared at the door where the noise was coming from.
It sounded like Ordan was yelling. At who?
He doesn't seem to be the type to yell. Moulin narrowed his eyes and spread his awareness.
"Oh? You're awake!" Tessley eyes brightened when she entered the room where Moulin had fallen asleep. She was just finishing up packing Moulin's stuff for the significant departure when she sensed the youth had woken up from his nap.
