Greed stuffed the paper in his empty bottle, finishing off the drink to the first round and nestled it in the net. His head went right back to her shoulder, shuffling in his seat with a bouncy, pouty grin. "Stop moving." She was more comfortable still. Eventually his head would flop forward to her chest (it made a great pillow!) until he was jolted back awake. He would fight her again to get comfortable in his seat, finally settling in a pose with his head laid back on his headrest with a blanket stuffed underneath his neck for support.
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Date: 2013-01-03 02:30 am (UTC)