[ The blue he's used to waking up to is cloudier and quieter - an ironic flip of traits, probably - but the added similarity still makes his stomach hurt, just a bit. Easy to swallow back, though. It's not like he's sick or even nauseous, and he gives no sign of the trouble inside. Not when there's still a warm body to enjoy. So he spins a variation of two truths and a lie. ]

Surprisingly good. Sleeping in a sim is an intriguing experience. I'm looking forward to seeing the stats.

[ Once Angela leans away, Joe takes that opportunity to straighten up enough to scoot to the edge as well and stand, letting a good stretch chase off the lie; now he does feel a lot better, even if he hits the ceiling before his arms can get all the way up. He hums at the faint rumble in his belly while stretching, as if to hush it, before facing his bedfellow again with a renewed radiance in his smile. ]

You can have it. I'm saving my appetite for bad habits like coffee and donuts. What about you, what's your vice?