[Hopefully Vulpes enjoys sleeping beneath nearly 270 pounds of muscle. It takes quite some time before Miguel begins to stir, several hours later.]
[Furrowing his brow, the man shifts his weight; subconsciously registering the fact that there is someone beneath him. Maybe he should move. Whoever the unfortunate woman is this time, she would no doubt appreciate having the ability to breathe without being restricted by Miguel's crushing weight. The Spaniard gives a low grumble of a groan from within his throat; slowly raising himself up a quarter of an inch before uselessly collapsing back down again. Urgh... Miguel hasn't even opened his eyes up yet and his head is killing him.]
[Dreading the act but following through regardless, Miguel slowly cracks his eyes open; lifting his head just enough to peer at the person below him. He blinks to focus his eyes, and eventually the face of.... a man... comes into view.]
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[Furrowing his brow, the man shifts his weight; subconsciously registering the fact that there is someone beneath him. Maybe he should move. Whoever the unfortunate woman is this time, she would no doubt appreciate having the ability to breathe without being restricted by Miguel's crushing weight. The Spaniard gives a low grumble of a groan from within his throat; slowly raising himself up a quarter of an inch before uselessly collapsing back down again. Urgh... Miguel hasn't even opened his eyes up yet and his head is killing him.]
[Dreading the act but following through regardless, Miguel slowly cracks his eyes open; lifting his head just enough to peer at the person below him. He blinks to focus his eyes, and eventually the face of.... a man... comes into view.]
....
[Wait....]