[There's a sleepy grumble from Anon as he shifts slowly toward wakefulness, because he can feel as well as hear when Natsuno starts talking -- it's been a while since he's slept quite this hard, even in all the nights they've spent curled up together. It's hot and close and very different from the arid heat of his home, or the usual temperatures of the island, or any of the flower-strewn dream they're in.]

Mmm... Spring...

[Yeah, that's all you're getting from him for the moment. Word-wise, at least.

It's actually way hotter than it usually is when they wake up together, too, but the soft tickle of feathers and Natsuno's hair are familiar enough that Anon just settles into it and contemplates burrowing back down into oblivion. He does reach over, though, and his kiss lands squarely on Natsuno's chin because he's trying to do it only half-coordinated with his eyes closed.

He also makes a face to himself because his face is kind of sore, but eh. It happens, and he's still too far from awareness to bother with figuring out why.]