akjdhglajkh <333333333 the most epic/awkward thread evertruthsfortuneNovember 26 2010, 22:58:17 UTC
[SQUEAKS in response to his groping. She edges away immediately and tugs the sheets up and over her, flustered and confused and in so much physical pain.
Then she finally recognizes the other person though the haze.
And her brain short circuits.]
Yo... [ohgod it can't be.] Yosuke-senpai...? [please don't let it be.]
THIS. THIS SO MUCH. omgawesomeoverload <33333333princeofjunesNovember 26 2010, 23:05:34 UTC
[He hears the squeak and the rustle, and he lets out a groan in response. When a familiar name says his voice, he shoots up like a bolt of lightning. And immediately regrets it as he grips his head in pain.
A moment later, when he can peer through the morning head-fog, his thoughts are confirmed, and his brain grinds to a screeching halt.]
eeeeeee <3333truthsfortuneNovember 26 2010, 23:15:41 UTC
[She is as far on her side of the bed as possible without actually falling off, clutching to the sheets desperately even though their so thin they really don't do much to hide her body. Her face is bright red.
... Wait is he naked too? ... Wait no THAT ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT HERE.]
Um... [She can't remember how to form proper sentences right now.] Wh-What... [hnngghhh her head. It hurts so much.
The only thing more awkward than waking up to Naoto? Waking up to TWO Naotos.princeofjunesNovember 26 2010, 23:28:12 UTC
[Yes Naoto, he is naked. And since you stole the sheet there's not much he can do to hide himself, so good job there.
Oh shit was he staring? He was staring. But he can't help of it, she looks good and he's just a guy! It's natural to sta- STOP STARING! And don't get turned on. DON'T! Okay. He'll stop staring now. He needs to, or this will get bad. Well, worse.
... he's sort of looking to the side. It's the best he can do. But oh god his face is burning.'
LMAO throw her shadow in here? ... no that would probably end badly.truthsfortuneNovember 26 2010, 23:48:11 UTC
[ffffffffffffff WELL SHE'S DEFINITELY NOT LOOKING SO WHATEVER.
Huh? Shee-- oh.
Oh.
She swallows, still staring at some very interesting point on the ground, and releases the blankets slowly. Just enough to... give him some covering. But she's still using most of them.
Okay. Okay thinking time. What happened? ... Ugh, no. She can't remember. It hurts to try to. That's a pointless train of thought. Okay, where are her clothes? ... Well, she spots one article of Yosuke's clothes but not hers.]
This, um... [She is frantically searching for a topic of conversation to make this less awkward!!] I don't... remember anything. [... failure.]
lmao EXACTLY. poor guy.truthsfortuneNovember 27 2010, 00:40:54 UTC
[The very nice view of her backside probably isn't helping him since she's turned away from him, the curve of her back disappearing underneath the sheets wrapped loosely around her. She doesn't notice herself, staring so hard at the floor that she might burn a hole into it.
oh god Yosuke isn't helping.]
Um. Judging from my physical condition I suspect the memory loss is due to alcohol. Perhaps we'll remember in time.
[Right now there's just too much pain and nausea to think through. The urge to just go back to sleep is great.]
[He really needs to think of a good reason to explain why he can't move to find his clothes. He reeeally does. Because moving is not a good idea right now. So he'll sit there until he does.
Might be a while.]
Um... s-sure....
[He'll close his eyes. But we all know he's totally waiting for an opportune moment to look.]
[She stares at him for a good few seconds after his eyes fall closed. JUST TO MAKE SURE. She really doesn't trust him to keep them closed but she doesn't have a choice here.
She hesitates, fretting and flailing silently in her head because oh my god what is this situation. Then she sucks in a breath and pushes herself off the bed, brushing the sheets away from her frame.
... At least the room isn't cold. She starts searching immediately, occasionally glancing at him. But then she forgets to keep an eye on him as she searches. She'll, uh... helpfully pick up his clothes along the way at least?]
[Yosuke tries to control his impulses. Really, he does! After all, he needs to be able to stand up and move around. So he tries to think of the most un-appealing things he can muster in his still hazy state.
Kashiwagi! That gives him a shudder.
Teddy actually scoring! That's more hilarious than anything.
Junes burning down! Well, at least he'd get a day off.
But no matter what he tries, he keeps coming back to Naoto. But surely by now she's clothed, right? If he sees her looking like a guy again, maybe he'll recover.
[For once Yosuke actually has good luck. She doesn't notice his peeking in her nearly frantic search for her clothes. She even disappears into the bathroom at some point but... nope. They are very much not in the room. How, why and what this means is not something she wants to think about.
So she has to improvise.
She gathered all of Yosuke's clothes, at least... And she places them on the edge of bed just within his reach. Sans his shirt which instead she pulls over her head. Size difference makes it the perfect cover although it's just... a TAD too short but still enough to cover what needs to be covered.
She sits back on the bed and he can probably feel the mattress dip down as she does so.]
Um. You can open your eyes now. [hoo boy.] I apologize. I, um... can't find my clothes.
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... and where are her clothes........
She sits up, blinking bleary eyes at the unfamiliar wall ahead. She presses her palm to her forehead. She can't remember.
It takes her a few seconds until she notices she is very much not alone.]
... Wha...?!
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wait... something's not right. The sheet's a little too intimate.
... is he naked? Why is he naked. He never sleeps naked.
Yosuke stretches out, reaching with his arms.
That's soft. Very soft. What is that?
What.]
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Then she finally recognizes the other person though the haze.
And her brain short circuits.]
Yo... [ohgod it can't be.] Yosuke-senpai...? [please don't let it be.]
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A moment later, when he can peer through the morning head-fog, his thoughts are confirmed, and his brain grinds to a screeching halt.]
N-Naoto-kun! You- I- we- your clo- holy shi-
...
Holy shit.
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... Wait is he naked too? ... Wait no THAT ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT HERE.]
Um... [She can't remember how to form proper sentences right now.] Wh-What... [hnngghhh her head. It hurts so much.
Suddenly she looks away awkwardly.]
... P-Please stop staring at me.
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Oh shit was he staring? He was staring. But he can't help of it, she looks good and he's just a guy! It's natural to sta- STOP STARING! And don't get turned on. DON'T! Okay. He'll stop staring now. He needs to, or this will get bad. Well, worse.
... he's sort of looking to the side. It's the best he can do. But oh god his face is burning.'
S-sorry! I, uh... can I have some sheet?
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Huh? Shee-- oh.
Oh.
She swallows, still staring at some very interesting point on the ground, and releases the blankets slowly. Just enough to... give him some covering. But she's still using most of them.
Okay. Okay thinking time. What happened? ... Ugh, no. She can't remember. It hurts to try to. That's a pointless train of thought. Okay, where are her clothes? ... Well, she spots one article of Yosuke's clothes but not hers.]
This, um... [She is frantically searching for a topic of conversation to make this less awkward!!] I don't... remember anything. [... failure.]
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Except for naked Naoto. STOP THAT, BRAIN!]
Yeah. Me either. Go figure, the one time - I mean, uh... not that I would want to remember!
Um, not that I would want to forget! I'm not saying you're forgettable! I'm sure it was great! W-whatever it was!
[Thankfully, he doesn't bury his foot any further in his mouth and stops there.]
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oh god Yosuke isn't helping.]
Um. Judging from my physical condition I suspect the memory loss is due to alcohol. Perhaps we'll remember in time.
[Right now there's just too much pain and nausea to think through. The urge to just go back to sleep is great.]
... We, um. Should get dressed.
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And then Yosuke put his hands in his lap. Just because, honestly.]
Right. Alcohol. That makes sense.
[It didn't.]
R-right! Clothes! Good idea.
[Don't sound disappointed. Don't sound disappointed. Don't sound disappointed.]
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Yes.
[Awkward... because where are her clothes. She sees Yosuke's over here but...]
... Um. Close your eyes. [Because she has to search for them now. Naked.]
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Might be a while.]
Um... s-sure....
[He'll close his eyes. But we all know he's totally waiting for an opportune moment to look.]
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She hesitates, fretting and flailing silently in her head because oh my god what is this situation. Then she sucks in a breath and pushes herself off the bed, brushing the sheets away from her frame.
... At least the room isn't cold. She starts searching immediately, occasionally glancing at him. But then she forgets to keep an eye on him as she searches. She'll, uh... helpfully pick up his clothes along the way at least?]
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Kashiwagi! That gives him a shudder.
Teddy actually scoring! That's more hilarious than anything.
Junes burning down! Well, at least he'd get a day off.
But no matter what he tries, he keeps coming back to Naoto. But surely by now she's clothed, right? If he sees her looking like a guy again, maybe he'll recover.
So he opens his eyes, just a bit.
Square one all over again.]
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So she has to improvise.
She gathered all of Yosuke's clothes, at least... And she places them on the edge of bed just within his reach. Sans his shirt which instead she pulls over her head. Size difference makes it the perfect cover although it's just... a TAD too short but still enough to cover what needs to be covered.
She sits back on the bed and he can probably feel the mattress dip down as she does so.]
Um. You can open your eyes now. [hoo boy.] I apologize. I, um... can't find my clothes.
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