IC Morning After Meme

[ignixferroque]

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[equite]

[zzz.]

[vonkarmic]

(Franziska wakes up, jaw dropping immediately in utter shock, and is currently reaching for her whip. You should wake up so that you have a fighting chance, Apollo. :<)

[equite]

[the sudden movement is enough to stir him, and he turns his head to peer over- and nearly falls off the bed when he puts distance between them.] F-Franziska--!

(1/2) B)

[vonkarmic]

(Luckily, Franziska's only topless, so her right hand keeps the sheets clutched at her throat to protect her, er, modesty, while her left deftly grasps the handle of the whip and cracks it on the headboard, inches from his face. You're lucky she's so flustered.)

(2/2)

[vonkarmic]

Apollo Justice.

oh god frandfsd

[equite]

[he flinches at the sound, wound tight as a spring.] I-I--

(1/2) B)

[vonkarmic]

(Well, this time she's fully awake, so guess who gets a solid lash right across the chest?)

(2/2)

[vonkarmic]

(lolol she's completely seething and at a disadvantage by being semi-nude, sob. Things are not looking good for Apollo.)

How many times must I impress upon you the importance of finishing the sentences which you start! And while you're doing that, perhaps you can explain what is meant by this foolishness!

(She gestures to the bed, as if she could possibly mean anything else.)

[equite]

[yowch! his hand snaps up to cover his abdomen.] I-I don't remember! Hitting me won't jog my memory either!

[vonkarmic]

I'm willing to test that theory further!

(Her hand curls around the handle of her whip menacingly.)

[idkmybffmrhat]

[zzz. Trucy nestles closer to Apollo as she sleeps, burying her face in his neck.]

[equite]

[and he tightens his arm around her, mouth pressed to the top of her hair. with a sigh, his eyes open.]

[idkmybffmrhat]

[When his arm tightens, she fidgets slightly, mumbling in her sleep. She's a heavy sleeper, so good luck waking her up!]

[equite]

[he smiles, fingers reaching up to comb through her hair.] Trucy...

[he murmurs softly, trying to ease her out of sleep. there's no need to abruptly wake her.]

[idkmybffmrhat]

S'early... [She frowns, before stubbornly hugging tighter.] F-five more minutes...

[equite]

[he turns his gaze to stare at the alarm clock. the screen reads 11:34.] It's not early anymore, Truc.

[... but he'll give her five more minutes.]