[Reim will regret falling asleep on his desk for the next week, his punishment for doing it in the first place. He stirs and then sits up slowly when he's so kindly nudged, pushing his glasses up to rub at his face for a second, and... hmm.]
You're dressed. [HMM] How long was I asleep...?
[Is it tomorrow, did he sleep on his desk all night— no, surely not. But maybe. After this wholly romantic non-greeting he looks back at his desk to make sure he finished at least what he was planning to... yeah, good enough. He picks up the book, then stands. Still tired...]
I didn't intend to... [knock out on the desk] Well, let's go.
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You're dressed. [HMM] How long was I asleep...?
[Is it tomorrow, did he sleep on his desk all night— no, surely not. But maybe. After this wholly romantic non-greeting he looks back at his desk to make sure he finished at least what he was planning to... yeah, good enough. He picks up the book, then stands. Still tired...]
I didn't intend to... [knock out on the desk] Well, let's go.