[ Cairngorm isn't a morning person. Not when they don't have to be— when they have no other obligation to incentivize them to get up, they tend to sleep in. That much has stayed the same since they've made this huge physical change from photosynthetic immortal mineral to soft and fragile mortal. It hasn't been very long at all since the change or the move to Steel London... certainly not long enough to get used to it. And so, since that short week or two ago, they try to rest as much as they can.
It could be because they're cold, could be because they're a little more cuddly in their sleep when they aren't restlessly lashing about, and it could be because that even when unconscious, they're afraid of waking up and not seeing him there - but their arms are latched tight around his midsection, blankets up to their shoulders and nestled in close to him. Whether or not he started the night in their new bed in Saint Germain's mansion, the reality now is that the sleeping Cairngorm had wanted to keep him from getting out. With the light streaming in from the windows, they make a small, mumbling sound as they (finally) begin to stir awake, shifting their cheek against his chest as they do so. But it doesn't seem like they're interested in waking up fully yet. Too warm and comfy... ]
MY PAID RAN OUT AND MY CARD IS DOWNSTAIRS DAMMIT... .forgive my default..........
[ He's been concerned about this - not that anyone would ever know he's been concerned, with how good he is at keeping up his carefree demeanor, but he's been concerned. How could he not be? It was Cairngorm's choice, and Cairngorm's body, and he'd be damned before he tried to overrule them. From a purely objective perspective, this is a good result for him. Still. There's a sense of guilt that comes with someone giving up their immortality for you, and that's going to take some getting used to for Lupin, too.
That said, times like this make it exceptionally easy to forget. Naturally, the ban on Lupin getting close to them while they slept for his own safety was lifted once they couldn't accidentally bludgeon him to death with their elbow - and, equally naturally, he took immediate advantage of that. How could he not? Ever since they came here, he's been hard-pressed not to spend every moment with them. Part of it is a sense of responsibility: there's a lot of quirks that come with being a human that they need his help with, to say nothing of the entirely new culture. An equal part of it, however, is nothing more than his being enamored with their new body (in an innocent sense, mostly.) The feelings are what matter - he's a gentleman, and a romantic, and he was more than happy to live on the love alone, but he's a naturally affectionate person, too, and for the first time, he's able to hold and dance and connect with Cairngorm like he never could before. When they're lying here with him, light and soft, their arms squeezed around him tightly and harmlessly, it's hard to imagine regretting it at all.
He's awake, of course. He's a light sleeper, waking up at various times throughout the night, sometimes for a reason, sometimes none that he can discern. It probably wasn't their clinging to him that woke him up. Which is too bad - but it's fine, because he woke up and caught it nevertheless. A lazy hand curls up and around their shoulders, and he can't help himself; he cranes his neck down to nose into their hair, peppering feather-light kisses against their forehead, unable to just leave them alone when they look so sweet. ]
[ To be honest, for once, Lupin might think about something more than they do. To them, following setting themself free from everything that tied them down in the past, this is almost nothing. To give up that cold, heavy, immortal body for a life where they actually feel like they have meaning - it was an easy decision. At least for them. They lost their strength, durability, and immortality, but... those traits aren't everything. They can have a life without them. And not living forever, it's not such a big deal, not when the trade off is as good as it is in the big picture.
But it's still taking getting used to. Their nose wrinkles immediately at the ticklish feeling of his kisses, arms adjusting around him to bring some feeling into them. It's strange. Every aspect of life is different with this body; even something as simple as waking up feels completely different. To be honest, it's harder to wake up in this form. One of their dark eyes peeks open blearily, barely taking in anything other than him. ]
Mm.
[ They hum quietly, just to let him know that they're awake, or at least in the process of it. They're still half asleep, if their relaxed expression and their lack of much movement is anything to go by. But they're perfectly fine just laying there and receiving this affection as they're waking up— it feels like they're still dreaming, really. Their face even turns up slightly to lean in to it, keeping their chin pressed against his chest. ]
[ Impey's going to be upset that Lupin's missing whatever breakfast he cooked up this morning by staying in late (Cairngorm's still too new for Impey to get upset over, especially considering their circumstances), but Lupin finds it exceptionally difficult to care. He meets their sleepy gaze with half-lidded fondness, apparently not tired at all, himself, and brushes his fingers through their hair, letting his hand fall between their shoulder and neck. ]
Good morning, bijou.
[ it's both odd and exhilarating to touch them and actually feel heat. There's warmth in every point of contact with their petite frame under this blanket, not the chill he'd become accustomed to. He keeps his other arm around them, holding them close to share in it. ]
[ Their eyes are becoming more alert slowly, especially after they meet his fond gaze. It hasn't been very many mornings that they've gotten to wake up so close to him— it can still be a little surprising when they realize how close they can be to each other again through their sleepy brain. Not to the point where it's shocking and they jolt away out of instinct like what probably happened the first two or three times, but it still puts a skip in their chest from the surprise. ]
...Hi.
[ They reply, simply, their voice still slightly croaky from sleep, before closing their eyes and taking a deep breath (a real breath) in through their nose. He smells nice. It's only after a soft exhale and a short, comfortable silence that they speak again, looking up at him more fully from where they're resting on him. ]
[ they probably know he's a light sleeper by now, anyway, but this time, it really wasn't them. Inwardly, he's happy they've gotten past the paranoia about being close to him, at least mostly; they're still shy in public, but at least he can hold them close when they're alone together, and especially when Cairngorm is too sleepy to get shy about it - they're so cute, as always. Lupin's always carried a sense of responsibility towards them, simply because it's in his nature to look out for his friends. Now that they're human, it's stronger than ever. They feel very small and fragile all of a sudden, and not just because of their stature. ]
How are you feeling? [ he nuzzles against their hairline again, letting his eyes fall shut as he murmurs against their now-soft skin. (So odd - but so nice, too.) ] You must be sleeping all right, at least. You didn't move a muscle when I snuck in. Lucky for you that it was a kind and honorable thief who only wants your attention, hm?
[ He can't see it since he's nuzzled in so close, but they make a face, even as they nestle in against his collar. ]
You always end up in here, so I don't get why you decide to sneak around like that... [ It had been alarming the first few times, especially the times in Chroma, but now they're just exasperatingly confused. What's the point in going to sleep somewhere else only to wake up in the middle of the night to sneak into bed with them? It really makes no sense when they think about it, even if they don't mind it. ] I was really tired, you know.
[ If they're tired enough, they'll sleep through just about anything, which is an explanation but not an excuse for being completely unbothered by the intrusion. With a sigh, they slip the arm that's under him out, tucking it into the space between both their bodies so that it doesn't feel so funny from it "falling asleep" anymore. ]
I still am, sort of. [ Otherwise, they feel fine; as fine as they can feel with all the alien sensations they're still getting accustomed to. Their eyes shut, too. ] The light doesn't make me feel awake like it used to.
[ sometimes style is more important than sense. Lupin's romantic notions fall squarely in the "style" camp. He breathes out a single laugh against them, then lets his head fall back against the pillow. ]
I'm just keeping you on your toes. A pleasant surprise now and then in the morning makes waking up a little more exciting, doesn't it?
[ naturally, he is the pleasant surprise. Sometimes he's busy at night building schemes or organizing his information or what have you and never appears - his sleeping schedule is so close to random that it's hard to know when he'll end up crashing, and it seems unlikely that Lupin himself even knows. But he can rarely resist being near them for long, especially when they can be alone together, and that's even setting aside the matter of helping them get used to their new body. ]
Although it seems like it's not exciting enough. [ he has half a mind to pick them up and roll them up on top of him to playfully shake them awake, but they look too comfy snuggled up against him for him to do it... his heart is weak. ] Shall I wake you up in place of the sun?
[ it's been a few weeks, maybe a couple months since christmas eve of '89, and it seems like kiryu and nishiki have finally settled into this whole "dating" thing. then again, it isn't as if their relationship has changed much in the public eye. given how long they've known each other and how close they are, it's easy for even their superiors in the dojima family to overlook the way kiryu now actively leans into nishiki slinging an arm around him during meetings, to miss the extended gazes they share when put onto separate, potentially dangerous jobs.
after all, it's just natural that sworn brothers would be that ride-or-die for each other by default, right?
they're free from their lowkey act at the end of the day, though. more often than not, they find themselves at kiryu's place due to its being closer to kamurocho proper than nishiki's (and his neighborhood having a much better selection of parking spaces). sleepovers have become common now, and signs of nishiki slowly starting to cohabit other than just having a spare key are evident—there's twice the amount of booze in the minifridge near the entrance of the apartment; the bed has been moved so that the head is against the wall rather than in the corner so that nishiki doesn't need to climb over kiryu in the morning; and kiryu's bathroom is now stocked with more toiletries than a single bottle each of shampoo, body wash, and deodorant.
it just follows that, as they've become more comfortable around each other as best friends, they've also started learning how to be boyfriends along the way, too. case in point—what started as shooting the shit while sitting underneath the kotatsu in the middle of the room has now turned into the beginnings of a makeout session, with kiryu pressing his mouth against nishiki's, the familiar hints of tobacco and cheap beer upon both their lips. he can only do so much before he needs to come up to breathe, though, and he pulls away to sigh, ]
Nishiki...
[ that, however, is not the end of it. he does not lean back in to pick up where he'd left off; no, he keeps that slight distance between them, cheeks flushed as he looks into nishiki's eyes and loses himself in them. even though he's known them and the rest of nishiki's face for more than half his life, there's something new bubbling in his chest as he stares deeply at his partner. after what feels like an eternity (in reality, just a few seconds), whatever that feeling is finally spills out of his mouth, and he murmurs, ]
... What do I do with my tongue?
[ and just like that, nishikiyama is probably reminded that he is indeed dating kiryu, dumbass of the dojima family. ]
[ and Nishiki has slowly more sure of himself, too. The more time passed, the more it became patently obvious that, yeah, this was real, not Kiryu accidentally bumbling his way into a relationship to appease him, and not a colossal fuckup like he was worried it might be. This might actually work. It's easy enough for him to settle into Kiryu's life, considering they'd lived together as kids already, not to mention they were always at each others' houses anyway. Not that he's officially moved in - for the sake of appearances, that would be on hold for some time - but he might as well be. Nobody says anything, partially because Kiryu's rep keeps anyone from asking rude questions, mostly because nobody really cares how close or not-close two sworn brothers relatively low on the rungs of the Tojo clan are. He likes it that way.
It's easy enough for him to settle into Kiryu's arms, too - and at the start he'd had some misgivings about what he was doing, if he was confusing his feelings, if he was actually attracted to Kiryu or just desperate for his attention. Now it feels silly that he'd wondered at all. Maybe Nishiki likes giving him a hard time, but the truth is that he adores Kiryu - everything about him, and all this change in their relationship has done is give him more things to adore. How he gets embarrassed over shit like holding hands, how he's warmer than a space heater at night (to the point that Nishiki's forsaken blankets already even though they've hardly left winter), how weirdly gentle he is with him. How he sucks at kissing. It is cute, actually.
When it's not embarrassing, anyway. Kiryu's staring at him like a schoolboy in love, and that makes him start feeling embarrassed; he almost leans back in just so he doesn't have to endure it anymore. Maybe he should be grateful that Kiryu interrupted him with that genius comment before his hands could start to wander. ]
-- Huh? [ a blink. Then, a heavy sigh, and Nishiki's dropping his head melodramatically. ] Kiryu, you... Way to kill the mood, man.
[ he's hoping Kiryu is joking but also he knows Kiryu isn't joking and this is just his life now. ]
[ some things truly never change, and one of those is the way kiryu immediately goes on the defensive when nishiki admonishes him. flustered, he tears his eyes away from nishiki, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck. ]
Shut up—you know I've never done this before.
[ his lame excuse and lack of experience aside, though... he can never be annoyed at nishiki for long. the intensity of the red on his face dies down as he returns his focus back to his partner, a renewed sense of seriousness in his eyes. ]
... I want to make sure I'm doing it right. You deserve that much.
[ stephanie had been away for over a week on some mission on the other side of the world. there have been times where, if it didn't seem that dangerous, she would bring the boys along with her so that they could explore more outside of gotham, but this case was way too risky to put them in potential danger.
so. it's over a week later, with minimal contact whenever steph had a moment to herself to let them know she didn't fall off a building or something. when she finally arrives back home, it's early afternoon. belph is out, and conveniently so is hikage's little sister. maybe she's at a friend's place who knows. but she'll poke her head in and look around to see if there's anyone in her immediate line of sight as she enters. ]
I'm back...
[ and only minimally injured which is pretty impressive. ]
[ Getting used to all this superhero nonsense is almost as hard as getting used to computers and the internet. Hikage's technically the oldest one, even if he's physically the youngest; he's seen and experienced all kinds of dangerous things, and bizarre things, too, but the idea of a person running around in tights fighting crime (and more) is pretty outlandish. Rest assured that he tried to talk her out of it at the start. But, obviously, that didn't work out. Instead, he (and Belph, to some degree) is left to worry about whether she's getting herself killed by aliens or whatever else out there somewhere on a semi-regular basis. The invention of cell phones has made this a little easier, but he still hasn't heard from her in several days now... Needless to say, he's stressed.
When she opens the door, the first thing she'll probably notice is that the apartment is impeccably clean. Mostly. The second thing she'll notice is that Hikage is actually asleep on the couch. It's not really like him to nap, but considering he doesn't snap up at her voice, he must be pretty out of it.
The third thing she'll notice is that Belph is not actually out. HA HA ]
belph is on a chair. specifically, he's doing something on his laptop. probably playing a game (and not doing schoolwork), given that it's him. he doesn't react to steph's entry at first, waiting for a few moments before he looks up with an expression of (a tad too feigned) utter disinterest.]
[ she says, as if she had told either of them she was on her way back (she was bad and forgot). still, steph walks the rest of the way in, shutting the door behind her and dropping her bag on the floor and stretching. not really that injured, but sore, and she'll walk over to the couch to look at hikage. ]
[ it was stress cleaning, dinner is also probably done way ahead of time at this point
he'll tell them all about it when he wakes up, which is now. The conversation finally rouses him, if you can call suddenly jerking up straight with a gasp by a term as gentle as "rousing" - he still doesn't sleep well. He looks wild-eyed and panicked for about a second before his eyes land on Steph. ]
-- You...
[ i guess this is the greeting she's getting from both boys. to be fair, hikage mostly sounds surprised and possibly a little sleepy. ]
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It could be because they're cold, could be because they're a little more cuddly in their sleep when they aren't restlessly lashing about, and it could be because that even when unconscious, they're afraid of waking up and not seeing him there - but their arms are latched tight around his midsection, blankets up to their shoulders and nestled in close to him. Whether or not he started the night in their new bed in Saint Germain's mansion, the reality now is that the sleeping Cairngorm had wanted to keep him from getting out. With the light streaming in from the windows, they make a small, mumbling sound as they (finally) begin to stir awake, shifting their cheek against his chest as they do so. But it doesn't seem like they're interested in waking up fully yet. Too warm and comfy... ]
MY PAID RAN OUT AND MY CARD IS DOWNSTAIRS DAMMIT... .forgive my default..........
That said, times like this make it exceptionally easy to forget. Naturally, the ban on Lupin getting close to them while they slept for his own safety was lifted once they couldn't accidentally bludgeon him to death with their elbow - and, equally naturally, he took immediate advantage of that. How could he not? Ever since they came here, he's been hard-pressed not to spend every moment with them. Part of it is a sense of responsibility: there's a lot of quirks that come with being a human that they need his help with, to say nothing of the entirely new culture. An equal part of it, however, is nothing more than his being enamored with their new body (in an innocent sense, mostly.) The feelings are what matter - he's a gentleman, and a romantic, and he was more than happy to live on the love alone, but he's a naturally affectionate person, too, and for the first time, he's able to hold and dance and connect with Cairngorm like he never could before. When they're lying here with him, light and soft, their arms squeezed around him tightly and harmlessly, it's hard to imagine regretting it at all.
He's awake, of course. He's a light sleeper, waking up at various times throughout the night, sometimes for a reason, sometimes none that he can discern. It probably wasn't their clinging to him that woke him up. Which is too bad - but it's fine, because he woke up and caught it nevertheless. A lazy hand curls up and around their shoulders, and he can't help himself; he cranes his neck down to nose into their hair, peppering feather-light kisses against their forehead, unable to just leave them alone when they look so sweet. ]
some crimes CAN be forgiven
But it's still taking getting used to. Their nose wrinkles immediately at the ticklish feeling of his kisses, arms adjusting around him to bring some feeling into them. It's strange. Every aspect of life is different with this body; even something as simple as waking up feels completely different. To be honest, it's harder to wake up in this form. One of their dark eyes peeks open blearily, barely taking in anything other than him. ]
Mm.
[ They hum quietly, just to let him know that they're awake, or at least in the process of it. They're still half asleep, if their relaxed expression and their lack of much movement is anything to go by. But they're perfectly fine just laying there and receiving this affection as they're waking up— it feels like they're still dreaming, really. Their face even turns up slightly to lean in to it, keeping their chin pressed against his chest. ]
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Good morning, bijou.
[ it's both odd and exhilarating to touch them and actually feel heat. There's warmth in every point of contact with their petite frame under this blanket, not the chill he'd become accustomed to. He keeps his other arm around them, holding them close to share in it. ]
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...Hi.
[ They reply, simply, their voice still slightly croaky from sleep, before closing their eyes and taking a deep breath (a real breath) in through their nose. He smells nice. It's only after a soft exhale and a short, comfortable silence that they speak again, looking up at him more fully from where they're resting on him. ]
Did I wake you up...?
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[ they probably know he's a light sleeper by now, anyway, but this time, it really wasn't them. Inwardly, he's happy they've gotten past the paranoia about being close to him, at least mostly; they're still shy in public, but at least he can hold them close when they're alone together, and especially when Cairngorm is too sleepy to get shy about it - they're so cute, as always. Lupin's always carried a sense of responsibility towards them, simply because it's in his nature to look out for his friends. Now that they're human, it's stronger than ever. They feel very small and fragile all of a sudden, and not just because of their stature. ]
How are you feeling? [ he nuzzles against their hairline again, letting his eyes fall shut as he murmurs against their now-soft skin. (So odd - but so nice, too.) ] You must be sleeping all right, at least. You didn't move a muscle when I snuck in. Lucky for you that it was a kind and honorable thief who only wants your attention, hm?
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You always end up in here, so I don't get why you decide to sneak around like that... [ It had been alarming the first few times, especially the times in Chroma, but now they're just exasperatingly confused. What's the point in going to sleep somewhere else only to wake up in the middle of the night to sneak into bed with them? It really makes no sense when they think about it, even if they don't mind it. ] I was really tired, you know.
[ If they're tired enough, they'll sleep through just about anything, which is an explanation but not an excuse for being completely unbothered by the intrusion. With a sigh, they slip the arm that's under him out, tucking it into the space between both their bodies so that it doesn't feel so funny from it "falling asleep" anymore. ]
I still am, sort of. [ Otherwise, they feel fine; as fine as they can feel with all the alien sensations they're still getting accustomed to. Their eyes shut, too. ] The light doesn't make me feel awake like it used to.
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I'm just keeping you on your toes. A pleasant surprise now and then in the morning makes waking up a little more exciting, doesn't it?
[ naturally, he is the pleasant surprise. Sometimes he's busy at night building schemes or organizing his information or what have you and never appears - his sleeping schedule is so close to random that it's hard to know when he'll end up crashing, and it seems unlikely that Lupin himself even knows. But he can rarely resist being near them for long, especially when they can be alone together, and that's even setting aside the matter of helping them get used to their new body. ]
Although it seems like it's not exciting enough. [ he has half a mind to pick them up and roll them up on top of him to playfully shake them awake, but they look too comfy snuggled up against him for him to do it... his heart is weak. ] Shall I wake you up in place of the sun?
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nishiki
spare snoochie for 6
after all, it's just natural that sworn brothers would be that ride-or-die for each other by default, right?
they're free from their lowkey act at the end of the day, though. more often than not, they find themselves at kiryu's place due to its being closer to kamurocho proper than nishiki's (and his neighborhood having a much better selection of parking spaces). sleepovers have become common now, and signs of nishiki slowly starting to cohabit other than just having a spare key are evident—there's twice the amount of booze in the minifridge near the entrance of the apartment; the bed has been moved so that the head is against the wall rather than in the corner so that nishiki doesn't need to climb over kiryu in the morning; and kiryu's bathroom is now stocked with more toiletries than a single bottle each of shampoo, body wash, and deodorant.
it just follows that, as they've become more comfortable around each other as best friends, they've also started learning how to be boyfriends along the way, too. case in point—what started as shooting the shit while sitting underneath the kotatsu in the middle of the room has now turned into the beginnings of a makeout session, with kiryu pressing his mouth against nishiki's, the familiar hints of tobacco and cheap beer upon both their lips. he can only do so much before he needs to come up to breathe, though, and he pulls away to sigh, ]
Nishiki...
[ that, however, is not the end of it. he does not lean back in to pick up where he'd left off; no, he keeps that slight distance between them, cheeks flushed as he looks into nishiki's eyes and loses himself in them. even though he's known them and the rest of nishiki's face for more than half his life, there's something new bubbling in his chest as he stares deeply at his partner. after what feels like an eternity (in reality, just a few seconds), whatever that feeling is finally spills out of his mouth, and he murmurs, ]
... What do I do with my tongue?
[ and just like that, nishikiyama is probably reminded that he is indeed dating kiryu, dumbass of the dojima family. ]
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It's easy enough for him to settle into Kiryu's arms, too - and at the start he'd had some misgivings about what he was doing, if he was confusing his feelings, if he was actually attracted to Kiryu or just desperate for his attention. Now it feels silly that he'd wondered at all. Maybe Nishiki likes giving him a hard time, but the truth is that he adores Kiryu - everything about him, and all this change in their relationship has done is give him more things to adore. How he gets embarrassed over shit like holding hands, how he's warmer than a space heater at night (to the point that Nishiki's forsaken blankets already even though they've hardly left winter), how weirdly gentle he is with him. How he sucks at kissing. It is cute, actually.
When it's not embarrassing, anyway. Kiryu's staring at him like a schoolboy in love, and that makes him start feeling embarrassed; he almost leans back in just so he doesn't have to endure it anymore. Maybe he should be grateful that Kiryu interrupted him with that genius comment before his hands could start to wander. ]
-- Huh? [ a blink. Then, a heavy sigh, and Nishiki's dropping his head melodramatically. ] Kiryu, you... Way to kill the mood, man.
[ he's hoping Kiryu is joking but also he knows Kiryu isn't joking and this is just his life now. ]
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Shut up—you know I've never done this before.
[ his lame excuse and lack of experience aside, though... he can never be annoyed at nishiki for long. the intensity of the red on his face dies down as he returns his focus back to his partner, a renewed sense of seriousness in his eyes. ]
... I want to make sure I'm doing it right. You deserve that much.
[ there's the kiryu charm. ]
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jan hates us :/ also 3
so. it's over a week later, with minimal contact whenever steph had a moment to herself to let them know she didn't fall off a building or something. when she finally arrives back home, it's early afternoon. belph is out, and conveniently so is hikage's little sister. maybe she's at a friend's place who knows. but she'll poke her head in and look around to see if there's anyone in her immediate line of sight as she enters. ]
I'm back...
[ and only minimally injured which is pretty impressive. ]
wrong jan loves me
When she opens the door, the first thing she'll probably notice is that the apartment is impeccably clean. Mostly. The second thing she'll notice is that Hikage is actually asleep on the couch. It's not really like him to nap, but considering he doesn't snap up at her voice, he must be pretty out of it.
The third thing she'll notice is that Belph is not actually out. HA HA ]
:)
belph is on a chair. specifically, he's doing something on his laptop. probably playing a game (and not doing schoolwork), given that it's him. he doesn't react to steph's entry at first, waiting for a few moments before he looks up with an expression of (a tad too feigned) utter disinterest.]
Oh, it's you.
[and back to his laptop he goes.]
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Wow. Where's my parade?
[ she says, as if she had told either of them she was on her way back (she was bad and forgot). still, steph walks the rest of the way in, shutting the door behind her and dropping her bag on the floor and stretching. not really that injured, but sore, and she'll walk over to the couch to look at hikage. ]
Please tell me this wasn't stress cleaning?
[ be normal hikage cleaning ]
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he'll tell them all about it when he wakes up, which is now. The conversation finally rouses him, if you can call suddenly jerking up straight with a gasp by a term as gentle as "rousing" - he still doesn't sleep well. He looks wild-eyed and panicked for about a second before his eyes land on Steph. ]
-- You...
[ i guess this is the greeting she's getting from both boys. to be fair, hikage mostly sounds surprised and possibly a little sleepy. ]
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[and speak of the devil—]
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and then gives him a small wave ]
Good morning.
[ it's not morning ]
What's up?
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i'm DEAD i get to tag now
i never died so
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