send a ♚ for your character falling asleep on mine and what mine does.

     _{with striking characteristics of overwhelming confidence alongside the trusty quality of superior intelligence, one would assume that when a female accidentally situates prussian tresses upon rumpled inky cloak, he would so smoothly toss out a one liner like a romance drafted by james cameron himself.}

     _{that is not the case in the slightest.}

        _{❝ h-hey ! you can’t seriously be sleeping, can you? ❞}

     _{pearly whites clamp together with enough to force to crack a walnut, habitually pastel clear visage entirely shaded a vibrant red akin to a coloring book and he’s practically hoping for her abrupt recovery from the ill-timed rest. dainty physique leisurely plunging to his lap and a heart attack is imminent.} 

        _{❝ this can’t be happening, ❞}