--Okay, 'drowning' wakes him right the fuck up, Devero's eyes flying open in the darkness of the little tent. Of course, his brain's not obliging enough to tell him why it's jerked him out of a sound sleep like this. He lays still and quiet on their makeshift bed, listening intently--

He hears Koumyou's next words as clear as day.

He rolls towards his boyfriend, brow furrowing. "Koumyou...?" he asks, his voice very soft under the low-slung canvas.