[ Oddly enough, nowadays, he's much more of a late sleeper than he ever was. Before quests and dwarves, the morning would start early, what with breakfast needing to be made and more importantly, needing to be eaten. The sun would rise and he would rise shortly there after, tying his robe tight and wandering off for biscuits and jam and tea and...
Well. The list could go on.
During the quest, the promise of a warm, hearty meal had been more of a hopeful aspiration than a reality. Instead, it had been the smell of dirt, the rocks digging into soft muscle and the general loudness of too many bodies shuffling about, gathering their supplies, that had kept him on his strict schedule. Now it's different. Ill-thoughts of human mattresses aside, the bedding is still far more welcoming than dirt and stone. He sleeps longer than he means to and even when his nose wrinkles and his breathing hitches on wakefulness, it still requires far too much effort to open his eyes.
Somehow, rolling over and burying his face into the pillow, huffing in protest does not. It's only when shifts to let his toes stretch and his fingers to slip under the pillow, that he snaps his eyes open. Smooth, glassy, cold, his fingers bump against the thing hidden there and suddenly, he's very much aware of where he is.
Sleep forgotten, he shoots upright and glances over to... an empty bed? There's a long moment spent looking. Across the room, back to the bed, over to the window, back to the bed. And then the next long moment shifts into listening for some telltale sign of someone grumbling about in the washroom. Nothing. No one.
Of course.
Of all the indecent, rude... – he touches his feet to the floor and without so much as a rub to his sleepy eyes or a run of his fingers through bed tousled curls, he goes about getting properly dressed. It does not take long. He's ready to go and it's only after the initial step, that he remembers. Hesitating as he always seems to, he eventually decides to grab the Arkenstone and slip it into his pocket. Thorin's pack will have to fend for itself in the meantime, for he's far too annoyed small to lug that with him. With that, he's on his way, frowning in a way that guarantees that a certain dwarf will get a stern talking to if he so much as went off to have breakfast without waking this hobbit first. ]
TIME SKIP; G'MORNING. okok you said 1 poss is he'd go harassing ppl so.
Well. The list could go on.
During the quest, the promise of a warm, hearty meal had been more of a hopeful aspiration than a reality. Instead, it had been the smell of dirt, the rocks digging into soft muscle and the general loudness of too many bodies shuffling about, gathering their supplies, that had kept him on his strict schedule. Now it's different. Ill-thoughts of human mattresses aside, the bedding is still far more welcoming than dirt and stone. He sleeps longer than he means to and even when his nose wrinkles and his breathing hitches on wakefulness, it still requires far too much effort to open his eyes.
Somehow, rolling over and burying his face into the pillow, huffing in protest does not. It's only when shifts to let his toes stretch and his fingers to slip under the pillow, that he snaps his eyes open. Smooth, glassy, cold, his fingers bump against the thing hidden there and suddenly, he's very much aware of where he is.
Sleep forgotten, he shoots upright and glances over to... an empty bed? There's a long moment spent looking. Across the room, back to the bed, over to the window, back to the bed. And then the next long moment shifts into listening for some telltale sign of someone grumbling about in the washroom. Nothing. No one.
Of course.
Of all the indecent, rude... – he touches his feet to the floor and without so much as a rub to his sleepy eyes or a run of his fingers through bed tousled curls, he goes about getting properly dressed. It does not take long. He's ready to go and it's only after the initial step, that he remembers. Hesitating as he always seems to, he eventually decides to grab the Arkenstone and slip it into his pocket. Thorin's pack will have to fend for itself in the meantime, for he's far too
annoyedsmall to lug that with him. With that, he's on his way, frowning in a way that guarantees that a certain dwarf will get a stern talking to if he so much as went off to have breakfast without waking this hobbit first. ]