Markus was half awake when he noticed Agnes getting up, just curling up tighter in return. He had slept close to her back, because that was warm, and as close as he felt comfortable with. He dozed while she was gone, though was further wakened when she spoke to him.
“Mhhm?”, he hummed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He didn’t want to move, get out of the warmth of the bed.
Agnes smiles. “cutie…” She rubs his head gently. “I’ve got your new clothes. You should get up so that you can try them on.” She steps back a bit.
“You hungry at all? You want breakfast?”
“Not really..”, Markus mumbled softly, sitting up. He was used to not eating a lot, so if he was given a choice, he mostly wouldn’t eat probably.
“I’d.. like clothes, though..”, he said quietly. He wanted to finally wear clothes again.
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