[ Dimly, through the veil of sleep, Chris hears his communicator chirp again. It's a sound he's been trained to respond to, one that grabs his attention nearly no matter what he's doing, and he starts to rouse when he hears it on pure instinct alone, until it quiets.
Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.
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Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.