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Sonny looked at Gale, more like gawked, then ran a hand through his damp hair. Where the hell did his shirt go?!
"Sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled, then went over to his bags and looked around for his hair straightener. He found it, then pulled it out, laying it on the bed. He then dug around some more for his hair mousse, also throwing it on the bed. Sonny never really cared about how messy he left stuff, why make your bed if you were going to go to sleep in it the next night. It seemed rather pointless, another way to waste time. The sunrise was just barely visible outside underneath all the gray clouds, which suggested that another snow storm might be heading their way. The orange rays barely got through enough so that he could make out the pine trees. He sighed deeply, then took out his Axe, spraying it everywhere on his bare chest, inhaling the scent of so called 'Rain'. "I hope you don't have Asthma," he said to Gale.