He bolted upright, looking around to recognize the contents of his room. Not knowing how he got there, he immediately made to swing his scythe, only to find it was hanging on the wall from rack that was fabricated for it for him. Locking his eyes on the person at his desk, he realized it was the woman who he'd saved. He noticed his joints were stiff, meaning he'd been out for a while. Joints popping with discomfort as he moved, he stood up and padded silently over to stand behind her.<br/><br/>He placed his hands on his desk, leaning over her back as he did. Normally, he made it a point not to wake people when they were sleeping. However, this was his room and she was tresspassing in his mind. His head dipped slightly, his breath warming her cheek as he let himself have some fun at her expense. He adopted a singsong kind of tone as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Raaaandi..... Raaaandi..... Time to wake uuuup, Queeeenie." He called softly, subconsciously letting his lips brush her cheek before jumping as far back as he could laughing his ass off.