[In Person] [Backdated to early evening] Just taking a nap...

[nuitdushasseur]

[Vincent is curled up asleep in the middle of the floor in the great hall; his hair's cut short, and he's wearing something white that seems unsure if it's a frilly nightshirt or somewhat plain dress

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Chibi Lotti is hard to picture in head :\

[bloodlicklotti]

[Lotti was walking down the corridor. She was flat chested, hair much shorter than it was before and shorter than she was to. In fact it for once actually made her look... cute. She was wearing a short pink dress as went to the great hall, staring as she came across a sight of a boy sleeping in the middle of the floor.]

[She couldn't guess straight away since she didn't know what he would look like as a little boy, although the bad habit was awfully familiar, so without wasting anymore time, she walked up to the figure, leaning over slightly and with that gave a slight kick.]

Oi! Boy, wake up.

Half the size, all the crazy? :D

[nuitdushasseur]

[And the first response IIIISSSSS....]

[Not actually waking up.]

[He might be curling up around your foot/clinging to it in his sleep, though.]

Of course. It's not Lotti without that.

[bloodlicklotti]

[Lotti's response to the leg clinging is to use her free leg to kick lightly in the stomach area. No touching. That's her job.]

Oi boy, get off!

[nuitdushasseur]

[That does start getting some kind of stirring, though it starts with an annoyed grumble and ... continuing to cling.]

[bloodlicklotti]

[This is one of those times she wishes her little body could wear good pair of heels right now, but for now a slap round the face will work wonders.]

[nuitdushasseur]

[That does get him awake faster, with a reflexive grab at her wrist - and the Dormouse poofing into visibility over him.]

Why Lotti, how good to see you~ [no prickles in the overly cheerful at aaaalll...]

[bloodlicklotti]

[Well at least he stopped clinging to her leg, thats all she wanted.]

Having fun sleeping in a dress boy?

[If it looks like a dress, it will be called a dress.]

[nuitdushasseur]

It's what I had in my dresser. [He is very nonchalant about this. And still a little dazed seeming.]