Fox's Glade mix two parts jack with two bloodshot eyes

He's already dozed off by the time Midar arrives, drifting into another dream easily. The question startles him awake. He flinches, sucking in a sharp breath as he glances up with fur fluffed, but he recognizes the scent immediately. As soon as he registers the other's identity, he settles back down, too tired to be irritated at this exact moment. Probably not, He agrees sleepily, yawning. He makes no other effort to move or greet the male — he's happy to see him, sure, but he's also really fucking tired. Or maybe he just doesn't feel like dealing with the aftermath of last night's dreams just yet. Either way, he's not moving.