As his brain crawls its way up to speed, Wrath turns his gaze from Envy to the doorway, and Scar. While he's still a little too... muddled to look surprised, he does blink curiously and sit up a little bit straighter, pulling the blanket with him (which exposes a small curled-up shape, which briefly unfurls to yawn, scratch under its skull-helmet, and then groggily pull a corner of said blanket back over itself).
Grimacing a little and digging sleep-gunk out of the corner of one eye, Wrath finally mumbles out some actual words.
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As his brain crawls its way up to speed, Wrath turns his gaze from Envy to the doorway, and Scar. While he's still a little too... muddled to look surprised, he does blink curiously and sit up a little bit straighter, pulling the blanket with him (which exposes a small curled-up shape, which briefly unfurls to yawn, scratch under its skull-helmet, and then groggily pull a corner of said blanket back over itself).
Grimacing a little and digging sleep-gunk out of the corner of one eye, Wrath finally mumbles out some actual words.
"S'fine... what issit?"