The heel of Lux's hand finds her eyes, and for a moment she's thoroughly childlike, rubbing fitfully at sleepy eyes, reluctant to wake. She makes a quiet, annoyed sound, but opens her eyes anyway, and regards Jason for the long, silent moment it takes her to process that he looks less than happy.
"What?" she says, and props herself halfway up on one skinny arm, blonde hair a messy halo around her head. "What's wrong?"
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Date: 2011-03-26 04:49 am (UTC)"What?" she says, and props herself halfway up on one skinny arm, blonde hair a messy halo around her head. "What's wrong?"