[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.]
[And Daryl is plunged into the dark, musky depths of Jayne's boxers. He gags on the strong, male scent everywhere, trying his best to kick free of the sticky finger.]
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Only to be waking up by falling into the forest of Jayne's pubic hair.]
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