Late Morning Sunday
Sometime after light had begun to filter into the room through the little gap under the curtains of the room, the lump of blankets on the floor shifted, and Sakura emerged, sitting up. She blinked, looking around blearily. Why was she on the floor?
Oh. That was right, Alphonse had come by last night and fallen asleep.
She smiled, and stretched her arms over her head. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. That was enough sleep, sure. She glanced at the bed again. Surprisingly, Dash hadn't moved from his spot curled up next to Alphonse. She raised her eyebrows. Surprising, indeed.
She pondered wandering out to the common room to get some coffee. Coffee was good... but she didn't want Alphonse to wake up while she was gone and freak out.
Soda would do.
Oh. That was right, Alphonse had come by last night and fallen asleep.
She smiled, and stretched her arms over her head. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. That was enough sleep, sure. She glanced at the bed again. Surprisingly, Dash hadn't moved from his spot curled up next to Alphonse. She raised her eyebrows. Surprising, indeed.
She pondered wandering out to the common room to get some coffee. Coffee was good... but she didn't want Alphonse to wake up while she was gone and freak out.
Soda would do.