[Jinx sitting in one place all day does sound like some kind of punishment crafted specifically for her. Not that Peter is usually much better... but... y'know. Depression Day. With a slight nod:]
Resurfacing, captain.
[He pops his head out of the top of the covers, then pushes himself up on his elbows, tugging the blanket around his head until he looks like a little Russian lady selling beets on the corner. The sun attempts to shine at him through the window and he hunkers down deeper like a snail.]
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Resurfacing, captain.
[He pops his head out of the top of the covers, then pushes himself up on his elbows, tugging the blanket around his head until he looks like a little Russian lady selling beets on the corner. The sun attempts to shine at him through the window and he hunkers down deeper like a snail.]
Ugh. I forgot the sun exists.