[log] Di Roy, Hiyori
Log title: In the Cold Light of Morning
Characters involved: Di Roy (shinigamikender), Hiyori (kendraxplague)
Timeline: May 28, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: All they want to do is go back to sleep.
She came awake slowly, one arm thrown over her face to block the sun. Di Roy had obviously forgotten to pull his shades down, and the light was streaming in continually.
Hiyori groaned, feeling a headache coming on, and Christ, she was tired. They shouldn't have stayed up so late the night before, playing video games into the wee hours of the morning (they hadn't actually gone to bed at four; Soul Caliber had distracted them again into keeping awake past four-thirty).
She found she was sprawled on one side of the bed, and she didn't bother to turn to him, instead just aiming a kick at his side. If she had to suffer by waking up early, so did he.
The first kick did little but shake Di Roy and the bed. The scrawny roadie, still in his dirty clothes from the day before, was a deep sleeper, used to sleeping through babies crying at all hours just a few feet from him and little siblings trying to prank him.
"Mrgh," he grumbled, curling up tighter in the sheets.
Hiyori aimed better this time, her foot hitting him pretty hard -- hard enough to knock him off the bed, even.
She sat up. "The fuck did ya leave the blinds open?" she complained, still obviously struggling to wake herself up, looking bleary-eyed and unhappy. She knelt above him, brushing long hair out of her face. Man, she needed it cut -- it just was too long when it was down.
There was a clatter and a few muttered curses from the floor as Di recovered from the impact, not bothering to pull himself back up until he was feeling human again.
"Jesus, Hiyori. Ain't like ya couldn't get them yerself you know," he grumbled.
Hiyori peered down at him, leaning over the edge of the bed. She made a small noise in the back of her throat that may have signified irritation or amusement, though the former was far more likely.
"Now I'm tired," she continued to whine. "All I'm sayin' is ya'd better make it up t'me by gettin' a good breakfast ready." Yeah, so she was a jerk. But he already knew that, right?
"You want breakfast, you make it yourself," Di Roy grumped, curling up in the sheets again, damned and determined not to let her ruin his sleep, as rare as it was.
"'M goin' back to sleep," he muttered, closing his eyes again.
Hiyori stared at him. "Ya ain't goin' back t'bed if I can't," she retorted, reaching out to shake his shoulder hard. How the hell could he go back to sleep that early?
"An' -- hey, yer hoggin' the covers, too!"
"Hey! I ain't the one that knocked me an' the covers off the bed. You did that yerself, you know!" Di Roy protested, curling further under the bed, away from the light from the window and Hiyori's swatting hands.
She gave a hard tug on the covers. She might have gotten them up had she been more awake, and had Di Roy not been completely tangled in them, but as it was, she only managed to topple off the edge of the bed herself.
She winced as she hit the floor, muttering a quiet, "ouch." She gave Di Roy the evil eye. "Now just give me the damn covers," she said grouchily. "Ya owe me food now. Or at the very least, blankets."
"Don't owe you nothing!" Di Roy protested from underneath the bed, waking up more and more the longer Hiyori kept on talking to him. It was making him less and less inclined to give her anything.
"Ya owe me sleep!" Hiyori retorted, leaning against the bed and yawning, looking more unhappy than irritated. "At least give me some of the covers, Di," she muttered, shutting her eyes as she brought her legs to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees. "I'm tired. Ya kept me up late."
"Fine," Di Roy muttered, pulling out from underneath the bed, keeping a careful hand on the blankets as he stumbled to go close the blinds. "I'm gonna close the blinds and we can go back to sleep, 'kay?"
Hiyori nodded, another big yawn escaping. She took a few moments, trying to make herself move, until finally she did so, climbing back on the bed and sprawling across the entire span. "Hurry up with the blankets, will ya? I'm cold."
"Yeah, yeah," Di Roy turned and collapsed against the messy sheets of his bed, tossing off some of the blankets at her as he settled to get comfortable, resting against her arm and leg when she wouldn't move them.
She grasped the covers with one hand, pulling them up to cover her head as she yawned a third time. "I'm not gonna forgive ya fer this," she mumbled in his ear, which was a little closer than she'd expected it to be. She slowly shifted her legs and arched her spine forward so she was lying in a fetal position, which was far warmer than being spread-eagled.
"Shuddup an' go back to sleep," Di Roy grumbled, caring less about what they might look to anyone else, far more interested in getting back to the sleep he had been so rudely pulled away from.
"You shuddup," she retorted lamely, though her eyes were shutting again, even as she curled into a comfortable little ball with Di Roy's bony shoulder poking her uncomfortably in the cheekbone. "An' put some weight on, will ya? Yer pokin' me with those stupid bones of yers."
Characters involved: Di Roy (shinigamikender), Hiyori (kendraxplague)
Timeline: May 28, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: All they want to do is go back to sleep.
She came awake slowly, one arm thrown over her face to block the sun. Di Roy had obviously forgotten to pull his shades down, and the light was streaming in continually.
Hiyori groaned, feeling a headache coming on, and Christ, she was tired. They shouldn't have stayed up so late the night before, playing video games into the wee hours of the morning (they hadn't actually gone to bed at four; Soul Caliber had distracted them again into keeping awake past four-thirty).
She found she was sprawled on one side of the bed, and she didn't bother to turn to him, instead just aiming a kick at his side. If she had to suffer by waking up early, so did he.
The first kick did little but shake Di Roy and the bed. The scrawny roadie, still in his dirty clothes from the day before, was a deep sleeper, used to sleeping through babies crying at all hours just a few feet from him and little siblings trying to prank him.
"Mrgh," he grumbled, curling up tighter in the sheets.
Hiyori aimed better this time, her foot hitting him pretty hard -- hard enough to knock him off the bed, even.
She sat up. "The fuck did ya leave the blinds open?" she complained, still obviously struggling to wake herself up, looking bleary-eyed and unhappy. She knelt above him, brushing long hair out of her face. Man, she needed it cut -- it just was too long when it was down.
There was a clatter and a few muttered curses from the floor as Di recovered from the impact, not bothering to pull himself back up until he was feeling human again.
"Jesus, Hiyori. Ain't like ya couldn't get them yerself you know," he grumbled.
Hiyori peered down at him, leaning over the edge of the bed. She made a small noise in the back of her throat that may have signified irritation or amusement, though the former was far more likely.
"Now I'm tired," she continued to whine. "All I'm sayin' is ya'd better make it up t'me by gettin' a good breakfast ready." Yeah, so she was a jerk. But he already knew that, right?
"You want breakfast, you make it yourself," Di Roy grumped, curling up in the sheets again, damned and determined not to let her ruin his sleep, as rare as it was.
"'M goin' back to sleep," he muttered, closing his eyes again.
Hiyori stared at him. "Ya ain't goin' back t'bed if I can't," she retorted, reaching out to shake his shoulder hard. How the hell could he go back to sleep that early?
"An' -- hey, yer hoggin' the covers, too!"
"Hey! I ain't the one that knocked me an' the covers off the bed. You did that yerself, you know!" Di Roy protested, curling further under the bed, away from the light from the window and Hiyori's swatting hands.
She gave a hard tug on the covers. She might have gotten them up had she been more awake, and had Di Roy not been completely tangled in them, but as it was, she only managed to topple off the edge of the bed herself.
She winced as she hit the floor, muttering a quiet, "ouch." She gave Di Roy the evil eye. "Now just give me the damn covers," she said grouchily. "Ya owe me food now. Or at the very least, blankets."
"Don't owe you nothing!" Di Roy protested from underneath the bed, waking up more and more the longer Hiyori kept on talking to him. It was making him less and less inclined to give her anything.
"Ya owe me sleep!" Hiyori retorted, leaning against the bed and yawning, looking more unhappy than irritated. "At least give me some of the covers, Di," she muttered, shutting her eyes as she brought her legs to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees. "I'm tired. Ya kept me up late."
"Fine," Di Roy muttered, pulling out from underneath the bed, keeping a careful hand on the blankets as he stumbled to go close the blinds. "I'm gonna close the blinds and we can go back to sleep, 'kay?"
Hiyori nodded, another big yawn escaping. She took a few moments, trying to make herself move, until finally she did so, climbing back on the bed and sprawling across the entire span. "Hurry up with the blankets, will ya? I'm cold."
"Yeah, yeah," Di Roy turned and collapsed against the messy sheets of his bed, tossing off some of the blankets at her as he settled to get comfortable, resting against her arm and leg when she wouldn't move them.
She grasped the covers with one hand, pulling them up to cover her head as she yawned a third time. "I'm not gonna forgive ya fer this," she mumbled in his ear, which was a little closer than she'd expected it to be. She slowly shifted her legs and arched her spine forward so she was lying in a fetal position, which was far warmer than being spread-eagled.
"Shuddup an' go back to sleep," Di Roy grumbled, caring less about what they might look to anyone else, far more interested in getting back to the sleep he had been so rudely pulled away from.
"You shuddup," she retorted lamely, though her eyes were shutting again, even as she curled into a comfortable little ball with Di Roy's bony shoulder poking her uncomfortably in the cheekbone. "An' put some weight on, will ya? Yer pokin' me with those stupid bones of yers."