Is he on ze bed or off ze bed? My brain no work

he is laying on the foot of the bed, horizontally on the bed

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She tied off her braid and tilted her head at his strange position. She hopped up beside him. "Thats an interesting way to use a bed." She flopped a folded blanket on his chest. Afterwards, she settled on the side of the bed farthest from the door, waiting for him to take his side before she got situated.

He was half asleep, jumping at the blanket when it landed on his chest, his hands hovering in a position of near shock. "Its my bed, I usually use it how I want." He said softly, clearly far more tired than when she left. He moved up and laid like a normal human. Losely unfolding the blanket and putting it over his feet and only up to his stomach. He crossed his arms and shut his eyes. "Goodnight Mercy."

"Goodnight, Luke. Sleep well." She patted the covers for Dutch to jump up beside her, which he did. He was a very interesting dog, because he chose to lay not in between the two people, but on the other side of Mercy.

NOW WE SKIP)

Luke was up and about at a reasonable time, the door open letting sunshine in, the bow nowhere in sight and neither was Dutch. He sat outside on the ground by a fire, the furry fellow nearby-ish in the woods. Luke was cooking ..something.

Mercy blinked lightly in the sun streaming in. She hopped out of bed and made sure she didn't look like a hot mess before heading outside, hopping down the steps lightly. "Good morning, Luke. Sleep well?" She asked, only semi-sarcastically. She popped down beside him and tried to make out what was... cooking? In the fire. Her hair was down again, and wavy from being in a braid overnight. She flicked it over her shoulder and glanced around for Dutch.

He glanced up at her a soft smile. "Like a baby. If that baby was agitated all night." he rubbed his face and watched the fire, then put his head in his palm. He looked a bit younger, more vulnerable in that position. He looked at her, his hand dropped to his cross-lagged lap. "Trying to make out what I'm cooking?" He snickered. "Wouldn't you like to know." He teased, then he noticed her hair which he cautiously double-taked, it looked so nice when wavy.

She tilted her head as he placed his head in his palm. It was nice, seeing him look a bit more vulnerable. "Ah, poor agitated baby Luke. I would've sung you a lullaby, if you asked." She teased, noticing his double take with a smirk. "I am, and I would like to know since im probably going to be forced to eat it. Go on, tell me your culinary secret."

"No I like to listen to my own thoughts. You looked so peacefulll." He mocked almost. He looked off from the long hair and back to the fire. "My chefly duty is to make sure you like it. But I never read in the nonexistant manual that I HAD to tell you what was in my dish. I'll tell you after you try it." He blinked innocently.