Azra sits all the way up, stretching his arms over his head before running his fingers through the other's hair. After a moment he slowly slides to the edge of the bed, standing. He squeaks softly as he stumbles, catching himself on the wall. "Ow. . . What did you do to me?"
Azra grumbles under his breath and waddles to his desk, picking up a flask and opening it, guzzling some water. He then tosses it in Zukata's direction, "Drink up."
Azra strides over, crawling back onto the bed and flopping down, "I do know I want to do that again at some point." He mumbles, dropping an arm over his head.
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