[ YEAH, he is. He's gonna fall asleep right there. He does shift a little once he feels the heat of the blanket over him, tugging it further over himself until nothing but flaxen hair and his signature cowlick is sticking out of the cover. Poor guy still has his glasses on his face, but they're unreachable now that he has burrowed into the sofa, merely turning on his side with his back facing Austria.
no subject
Mission accomplished. ]