[This is Jayne waking up in the morning. He yawns and stretches, sitting up in his bunk with a bit of ease. He hasn't quite gotten up yet, but he's gonna. Just give him a few minutes.]
[Jayne continues to sleep. His body merely thinks of the movement as tickling. His other foot moves while his asleep, toes going to scratch the place of the itching for a moment before the right foot stilled, partnering with the left. Snoring continues, unaffected by the movement.]
[And Daryl has to duck the monolithic foot as Jayne scratches, abandoning that route. He, instead, starts to run on up towards Jayne's head. All 6'4" of him.]
[Jayne doesn't move all that much as he continues snoring. After a while, once Daryl reaches mid-torso, Jayne abruptly snorts and turns onto his back, the snoring getting louder.]
[Daryl clings to the bed as it shakes violently with Jayne turning over. The tiny redneck then moves and climbs up onto Jayne's chest, thinking it might be easier.]
[Daryl eventually reaches the guy's head, having to push though the hairs on his chest. Being an inch tall on a man wasn't fun... He uses beard and stubble to climb over to Jayne's ear before starting to yell into it.]
[And Jayne continues to sleep. His hand reaches up, swatting away whatever's close to his hear before he rolls over again, facing towards Daryl now. His snores silence for a second before roaring to life again.]
[Daryl drops off the ear to the pillow just as Jayne rolls over... Only this time he's in the path of Jayne's nose. When that first snore starts, the little man is nearly wrenched from his spot, grabbing the fabric of the pillow.]
[Jayne continues to snore loudly, the drool coming out a little more now. He mutters a little, the snores stopping enough for him to smack his lips once. Then the snores start again.]
[Daryl just gets a moment's rest before the snores start once more. The drool soaks through the pillow fabric, causing the little guy's grip to weaken...]
[Jayne snorts in his sleep several times before rubbing his face unconsciously with his hand. Then he sneezes. A few snorts later and he's back to snoring again.]
[The thick snorting pulls at him, but his tether in Jayne's nasal hair is tight enough so he isn't snorted into the man's lungs...
Then the sneeze. Daryl's splattered with snot, but still lodged up there... He's up here for the long run, the air itself shuddering with Jayne's snores.]
[A thick finger comes in, probing and picking, shoving Daryl further into his nose. And into a cold pile of snot. Daryl groans in revulsion, sticking to the glob.]
[Daryl gets poked and prodded by the giant's massive fingertip before the glob of snot finally sticks to the tip. He gets pulled free, still stuck to the massive digit.]
[The hand is still for a moment, hovering just above his face. Then Jayne goes back to snoring and that hand slips under the covers and towards his crotch, scratching a little.]
[Daryl tries to struggle free, staring at Jayne's slumbering face as he does, hoping the giant wakes...
But no, he gets taken on another trip, paleing slightly when he realises where he's going and struggles all the more. The scratching doesn't dislodge the little guy, remaining stuck to the pad of Jayne's finger.]
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[And Daryl has to duck the monolithic foot as Jayne scratches, abandoning that route. He, instead, starts to run on up towards Jayne's head. All 6'4" of him.]
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Then the sneeze. Daryl's splattered with snot, but still lodged up there... He's up here for the long run, the air itself shuddering with Jayne's snores.]
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But a bigger one looms. He's now at the mercy of wherever Jayne's hand decides to go...]
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But no, he gets taken on another trip, paleing slightly when he realises where he's going and struggles all the more. The scratching doesn't dislodge the little guy, remaining stuck to the pad of Jayne's finger.]
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