[ Rolling back over and sitting up, finally. The cape does a slightly better job of staying on him than the sheet did, but that's not saying much when he isn't laying down. And when he reaches to take the cup that whole notion goes out the window again, but oh well.

He has himself a sip and paused to consider the taste for a moment, scrunching his nose. ]

Perfect! It's always the best when it tastes exactly how you were never supposed to drink it when you had to follow rules.

[ FUCK RULES. :D slurp ]