Raz on the left cuddling Rag on the right, who is lying on top of her as Raz snores contentedly with her arms around her.

Raz wakes up, and upon seeing Rag on top of her, grumbles, “Hey get off me loser, I am not made for free cuddling.”

Rag returns a snarky reply, raising an eyebrow. “Uhmm, I distinctly remember picking this spot to nap in first, sooo I think you wanted some cuddles.”

“Aggravating.” Raz mutters as she shoves Rag away, who just laughs in return.