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[redheadcarrier]

Why is there a fort made out of furniture and boxes in my living room?

[[OOC: For texts!]]

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[redheadcarrier]

I guess so. Ugh. What the Hell happened last night?

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[redheadcarrier]

No, I think the coffee table is where it should be.

...wait, where are you?

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[redheadcarrier]

[Oh, there he is. She heads over to the wall and bends down to peer through the gap, head still feeling fuzzy.]

How did you get walled in?

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[redheadcarrier]

How the heck did that happen...?

[She sighs as if she's been put-out, as if she's the one inconvenienced.]

I guess I'll just have to dig you out of there somehow.

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[redheadcarrier]

Alright, alright... Just give me a minute.

[She slowly and fuzzily starts to clear items away. She feels leaden and rather tired.]

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[redheadcarrier]

[Asuka rubs her forehead with a groan. She kind of wants to just curl up and go back to sleep. Work can wait until later. She wraps her arms around him in a bleary hug and rests her head on his shoulders. Her response is a murmur.]

No problem.

[She pauses and buries her face against his shoulder.]

Let's go back to sleep.

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[redheadcarrier]

Who cares? I just want to sleep this stupid thing off!

[She grouses at him and starts wandering towards the new bedroom. At least the bed's set up by now. She snags his arm as she does, doing her best to pull the poor boy with her.]

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[redheadcarrier]

[Damn right it'll be comfortable. She slips into the room and shuts the door behind her, brings the blinds down and then flops onto the mattress with a groan and sticks her head under a pillow. Her words are muffled, softened.]

Wake me up when the world isn't fuzzy.