[Stone lifts his head from the pillow of his arms as a cloud passes over them long enough for the warmth of the sun to wear off. He still has sand half-covering his legs, and some across his shoulders and arms. The arrival of another person apparently, this time, didn't elicit him rolling over and curling around the newcomer. Lucky for Izunia.

He is ready to move, though, and find a better patch of sunlight, so he makes a rumble in the back of his throat-- it's quite deep enough to be coming from his other form, rather than a skinny old man-- aiming to wake him up without prodding him. If that doesn't work... well, Izunia will find himself prodded.]