[RL with Kuroro]
((Backdated to yesterday because I am fail at having internet access during the week))
Never an early riser, Chika had taken to hiding in bed even later than usual. It was a futile attempt to pretend that when she opened her eyes, 'she' would be a 'he' again.
This time, however, she sat bolt upright with a scream, clutching at her right arm. The seam where Shito's hand was joined to her arm was throbbing horribly, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was a dull ache, not a sharp jab, but she could sense the potential for much worse hovering.
Sliding out of the borrowed bed, she padded over to where Shito should have been sleeping. He wasn't there, but his sheets were still rumpled.
That made Chika frown. Shito was absolutely anal about tidying up his surroundings, to the point where it frequently drove Chika into screaming matches with him about it. The idea that the idiot would get up and not make his bed was incomprehensible.
"Shito?" she called, grimacing as her soprano voice sounded in her ears. "Hey, you curly-haired freak, where the hell are you?"
Ten minutes later she'd done a quick search of the surrounding area, and she was starting to panic. The pain had subsided, but there was still no sign of Shito. She decided to switch tactics. "Oi! Kuroro!"
Never an early riser, Chika had taken to hiding in bed even later than usual. It was a futile attempt to pretend that when she opened her eyes, 'she' would be a 'he' again.
This time, however, she sat bolt upright with a scream, clutching at her right arm. The seam where Shito's hand was joined to her arm was throbbing horribly, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was a dull ache, not a sharp jab, but she could sense the potential for much worse hovering.
Sliding out of the borrowed bed, she padded over to where Shito should have been sleeping. He wasn't there, but his sheets were still rumpled.
That made Chika frown. Shito was absolutely anal about tidying up his surroundings, to the point where it frequently drove Chika into screaming matches with him about it. The idea that the idiot would get up and not make his bed was incomprehensible.
"Shito?" she called, grimacing as her soprano voice sounded in her ears. "Hey, you curly-haired freak, where the hell are you?"
Ten minutes later she'd done a quick search of the surrounding area, and she was starting to panic. The pain had subsided, but there was still no sign of Shito. She decided to switch tactics. "Oi! Kuroro!"