Wednesday evening: To wake and reach for hands that are not there.

[firm_detective]

L sits on the sofa in the room he now shares with Misa. He holds a thick novel in one hand -- he's decided to give Gravity's Rainbow another try. He is careful of the book's position: Misa is sprawled along the length of the sofa, reading her own book, with the back of her head resting against his leg.

[Private to firm_detective and misamisal; dated slightly forward.]

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[misamisal]

::Misa is reading her Sylvia Plath poetry book, head leaning against L's warm leg, when suddenly she lets out a long yawn::
Hmm...I guess I'm getting tired. ::she smiles up at him:: Enjoying your book?

[firm_detective]

Mm?
Oh.

*He closes the book, marking his place with the tip of his index finger.*

It is easier to follow than it was when when I was sick a while ago, but not much easier.

Almost bedtime now, I suppose, but I think I will read for a few more minutes.

[misamisal]

::she sits up and gently rubs him leg::
Alright. I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed. ::she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then hugs him quickly::
I love you.

::then she stands and nearly skips into the next room::

[firm_detective]

*He returns her hug and kiss, giving her a tiny, close-lipped smile, and watching her affectionately as she goes to prepare for bed.*

*After she's left the room, he opens the book again, concentrating on the page. Small shuffling sounds come from the adjoining area every so often -- a door, a drawer, running water -- but they don't disrupt him.*

[misamisal]

::after she leaves the room, she peaks back in on him, smiling softly. She takes out her camera, glad she had set it on mute long ago, and quickly takes his picture without him noticing. She smiles brightly at the photo. She knows when they return to his world, she'll likely have to delete all the photo's she taken while being here, but for the moment, she can keep them without worrying.::
::Quietly, she slips the camera into her messenger bag, then enters the bathroom, opening the drawer for the toothpaste and retrieving her tooth brush. After sliding a glob of red toothpaste over the bristles, she runs the brush under water for a quick moment, then raises the brush to her lips. Before the bristles can even connect with her mouth, there's a soft woosh noise, and suddenly, Misa isn't standing there anymore. Mysteriously, her bag in the other room has disappeared as well.::
::All that's left in the room is the echoing clink of a tooth brush falling against the tile floor.::

[firm_detective]

*He continues to read for a few minutes, to the sounds of Misa getting ready, and then he notices something that filters in through his senses: although the water is running, there are no sounds of activity. He calls out to her