[ The dreams aren't exactly pleasant. Tavros doesn't toss and turn, but the thoughts on his mind before falling asleep are now impossible to ignore.
It doesn't matter how long he's been on Earth, day time is sleep time still remains deeply enough ingrained in his head to keep him dozing even when the blinding light right across his face. He squirms a little, buries his face deeper in his arms and shifts his head toward the light.
Of course that lifts his horn and Dave by proxy. ]
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It doesn't matter how long he's been on Earth, day time is sleep time still remains deeply enough ingrained in his head to keep him dozing even when the blinding light right across his face. He squirms a little, buries his face deeper in his arms and shifts his head toward the light.
Of course that lifts his horn and Dave by proxy. ]