[u][b]Luke Schwarz--R&R
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As it happened, Saturday had ended up being a less-than-well planned out period for the punchiest quarter of JCML. Setting up a room, mandatory post-mission debriefings and check-ups, sending that first text home...

Binge-playing some games on his laptop...

Needless to say, the lack of both sleep and things to do had resulted in an inelegant pile of limbs hastily covered by a bedsheet inhabiting JCML's room ([i]a co-ed room?![/i]) from mid-afternoon to late evening. He did vaguely remember having plans at one point, but must have assumed he would get them done later in the day, instead deciding to force the blinds shut and enjoy a rare luxury. A nap.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his back began to fall off-beat, and he shifted his head over to the other side, squinting as his eyes fell into a sunbeam.

[b]"mgfbmmmmm..."[/b] came the groan out of his always-eloquent mouth, and he continued to stir. 

Couldn't sleep the [i]whole[/i] day away, after all.