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Antony shrugged on a cami and a pair of boyshorts before sliding under the covers and patting the spot next to her. Her glasses were set on the nightstand as she got comfortable. "If you need to shower, go for it," she murmured sleepily, closing her eyes and snuggling into her pillow.

Within those eight minutes Antony found sleep. When Jamal joined her in bed, she naturally snuggled up against him and his warmth. Tonight she would sleep damn good thanks to Jamal pillow.

--Later--

It was a great many hours until Jamal finally stirred again, pulled awake by the insistent nagging of his tiger 'friend', his stomach rumbling hungrily as Jamal grumbled and rolled over. He probably could have slept a great deal longer but as of late, he never got to sleep for long periods, he just took 'naps' more often through the day and he was generally hungry when he did wake.

It was just as well that he woke now anyway...Jamal could see daylight through the blinds when he turned to try and make himself comfy again and pursed his lips. Dammit...now he'd never fall asleep again. A side glance told him that Antony was still dead asleep. Now that wasn't fair. If he was awake, she ought to be too, right?

He propped his head up in one hand, facing her, and reached out with a finger to start tracing some odd pattern on her shoulder, careful of his claw. "Antony~" he said in a soft, sing-song voice, a smirk plastered on his face as he continued the tracing across most of her explosed shoulder.

"I know yer sleepin' 'n' dats da problem," he said as cheerily as he could muster since he was still in the midst of waking up. It ended up sounding a little growly and slurred. "Yer pillow's awake 'n' hungry...."

He continued to mess with her shoulder but now started to run a path up and down her upper arm too, scooting his face closer so he was almost nose-to-nose with her, or would have been had her nose not been shoved in the pillow. More like nose-to-ear. "Ya know ya wanna wake up. It's such a nice day~" The latter was said with a bit of sarcasm, his tone over-dramatic as he emphasized the 'nice' part.

"Oh really?" he said in mock-exasperation, trying to look as offended as possible even though she wouldn't see it thanks to her face-to-pillow orientation. "Me? Mean?! Now where'd ya get dat ******** up idea? 'N' ta think I gave ya ma pillow services fo' free." He huffed at the end of that statement but was unable to hide a grin as much as he wanted to for effect. "I oughta make ya pay next time."

The tracing finger went to attack her side now, prodding carefully just above the hip before he went to tracing patterns again, shifting up to the small of her back just above where the twitching tail was situated.

Okay, so she had a point there...well, he wasn't going to act like he remotely thought that made them even. Instead, his attention focused to the fact that his poking had made her...chitter? Bwaha, so she was ticklish!

"Wakey wakey," he hissed into her ear with a teasing tone, sliding closer to get better access at her side, tapping all five fingers there above her hip in a series of pokes in a wave-like motion. "I ain't a quitter, if ya haven't noticed." At least, not a quitter with -some- things.

He was pretty wide awake at this point, highly amused at his little 'game' and how her tails seemed to have minds of their own. Those things looked wide awake despite the fact that Antony seemed to be resisting waking at all.

Jamal grinned merrily as he continued his prodding until suddenly, there was nothing to prod...she was gone. The loud thump and the muttered groan clued him in quickly to her whereabouts and he crawled across the bed to peer over the side, a surprised "Did I do that? o.o" like expression plastered to his face.

"Uh," he murred intelligently, looking vaguely worried (about his own safety, that is) before he slithered off the bed and landed on his hands and knees down by her feet.

After a moment of staring, he declared "You...don't look broke ta me!" before crawling over so he was straddling her chest and peering down at her face, his little tail nub flicking the air much like her trio had been doing previously. "Awake yet?" He grinned in his most irritating fashion, trying to look completely innocent as he did so.

"Very funny," he said smugly, trading his badly done innocence expression with an "I am not impressed" look at her answer. "Ya must be one hellova sleeptalka'."

The brush at his stomach made him half-lid his eyes out of reflex and murr lowly in his throat, his tail flicking coyly and bottlebrushing a bit. No one ever gave him belly scritches except her.

"...'n ya be damn crafty fo' someone who's 'sposed ta be sleepin'," he added after a moment when the vibration in his throat ceased,