Characters: Kuroro Lucifer, Kurapika
Location: Casualty Communal 11OP
Rating: PG
Time: November 5/morning of the 6th, backdated to
after this.
Description: It's like camping, but indoors.
That was an extensively long day, wasn't it? Kuroro had never really felt the lack of sleep here in this world until now, after hours of resonance and trying to heal what would normally take days or even weeks of treatment at least. He had always considered himself a nigh limitless source of energy, but the mission and the activities of the evening had reduced him into a mildly pale, exhausted meister.
At least he'd managed to convince Kurapika to not be silly and leave the couch alone. Sleeping on a bloody couch -- not even Kuroro had done that in Ryuusegai, much less when he had started traveling. His beddings were often dusty, if he had beddings at all, but they weren't covered by gore.
Kuroro hadn't bothered doing much of anything but change his shirt, before crawling into his designated side of the bed (the more rumpled one, after he'd shoved all his books and items to the floor) and stretching out on his side. The space beside him was fairly expansive. Kurapika would have all the space to avoid kicking him off the bed, thank you very much.