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[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

You know how Sam sometimes comes in with that kicked puppy face, and the mun thinks it's adorable? Well, you're in luck, because now he's coming in with an adorably sleepy face. Also, pajama bottoms, because as much as he'd like to meet the people in charge here, he is not planning on breaking that particular rule. No shirt, though. He'd really like a shirt. In fact, once he opens his eyes long enough to register that he's in Milliways instead of his house, he goes shuffling towards the bar in search of fashionable covering. Or, you know, any kind would be nice.

Pardon him if he bumps into you on the way. He's not really fully awake yet.

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[morethanprops]

He's ignored far worse and has a delicious pastry to eat.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

Left to his own devices, it takes Sam about half an hour to rouse again.

"?" he says.

[morethanprops]

"Your coffee's cold,"

Also he probably has interesting marks from the tweed jacket on his face.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

That's cool, he can live with that.

Thankfully, as he squints at his coffee cup, a waitrat takes pity on him and replaces it with a fresher one.

[morethanprops]

The plate that once held his pastry has since disappeared and Moist has been reading The Ankh-Morpork Times,

"Have a good rest?"

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

He shrugs a little. "Good enough."

Ahhhh, life-giving coffee. He loves you.

[morethanprops]

Moist shrugs and returns to his paper, this boy clearly needs his coffee.