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Fleur wakes slowly, overheated but very content with the world at the moment. Ophelia's breath is warm against her collar bone, and Bernard is drooling ever so slightly on her neck. Fleur smiles and disentangles herself from their tight jumble. Yawning, she finally gets a whiff of herself as she stretches.

"Ewwwwwwwwww..."