[ jeff laughs more at david's comment than he does at his shirt being piled onto his face, quiet and deep and still a little bit raspy. he drags his shirt off his his head, heaves a heavy sigh, and then sits up so he can "make himself decent". funny, coming from the guy who's ripped and definitely took his shirt off first.
but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]
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but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]