(prompt) good morning
Masayuki gave a small wince as a sharp jolt went up his arm. It was definitely asleep which meant his body was getting to do exactly what he wanted to. He was being mocked twice over, and didn't like it. There was a small murmur from his side, and he shook the tanned shoulder next to him to no avail.
For some reason, camp only knew why, Masayuki woke up around two in the morning to pressing heat. The humidity was overbearing, but when he cracked an eye open, he blearily wondered when humidity had become solid. . . and pink. The next hour was spent shoving and fiercely whispering as Masayuki wondered exactly how much Kizna could possibly weigh as his hip was being crushed. He had to give Makoto credit with putting up with this every other night.
So, as it neared five, there was no possible chance of freedom. Somehow, Makoto hadn't noticed Kizna disappearing so Masayuki was safe from any more damage to his face. Kizna wouldn't wake up until around dawn which was absurd to Masayuki, but he couldn't be more grateful for it now. He glanced down at the catgirl hugging his side, arm resting on his chest, perfectly at ease. Masayuki gave a small gagging noise, showing all fifteen years of his maturity, before trying to shift into a more comfortable position.
Kizna blinked then gave a small yawn, curling up a little. She watched the sun peeking out one corner of the window with a small smile. Somehow, it never got old, seeing the sun rise in the morning til it was high in the sky. She turned to look up--
"What?! What the hell!" Masayuki winced, from the shreeking in his ear at first then emphatically as Kizna fell out of the bed. He half-hoped she fell on her head to knock some sense into her, because he was going to have a black eye for a week now.
For some reason, camp only knew why, Masayuki woke up around two in the morning to pressing heat. The humidity was overbearing, but when he cracked an eye open, he blearily wondered when humidity had become solid. . . and pink. The next hour was spent shoving and fiercely whispering as Masayuki wondered exactly how much Kizna could possibly weigh as his hip was being crushed. He had to give Makoto credit with putting up with this every other night.
So, as it neared five, there was no possible chance of freedom. Somehow, Makoto hadn't noticed Kizna disappearing so Masayuki was safe from any more damage to his face. Kizna wouldn't wake up until around dawn which was absurd to Masayuki, but he couldn't be more grateful for it now. He glanced down at the catgirl hugging his side, arm resting on his chest, perfectly at ease. Masayuki gave a small gagging noise, showing all fifteen years of his maturity, before trying to shift into a more comfortable position.
Kizna blinked then gave a small yawn, curling up a little. She watched the sun peeking out one corner of the window with a small smile. Somehow, it never got old, seeing the sun rise in the morning til it was high in the sky. She turned to look up--
"What?! What the hell!" Masayuki winced, from the shreeking in his ear at first then emphatically as Kizna fell out of the bed. He half-hoped she fell on her head to knock some sense into her, because he was going to have a black eye for a week now.