Waking up, a certain brunette is beside him, soundly sleeping, looking relaxed for once. His arms are around her body in a warm embrace. Outside the cell, the familiar giant shape of Yraka blocks the door, acting as a giant guard dog for their safety.
Given what had happened in the night, Kyrie is glad he came back to guard them. The chances of waking up after their busy night were slim; they went too far into the deeper end. Sitting on the bed, both he and Mary didn't take any clothes after their… night.
Good thing he is someone hot, after all. A thin smile appears on his lips, laughing at the cheeky joke. "Hey, sleephead, time to wake up; we need to dress ourselves." Shaking Mary to help her wake up, she moves to the side, whining in gibberish, refusing to wake up.
