[Accidental Video Post | Backdated to way early this morning]
[For anyone who is familiar with the layout of Hakuba's home in London, they should definitely recognize this as Hakuba's bedroom. The camera is focused on the bed, more importantly, what happens to be in the bed at the moment...]
[It appears that Naoto is deeply asleep and clinging to the older boy. She's dressed in a man's pajama suit and appears to be hogging the blankets.]
[For once, Hakuba appears to be sleeping peacefully was well. He is curled around Naoto, chin resting on the crown of her head. One arm is draped over her middle. He twitches in his sleep and sighs softly...]
[Naoto shifts against him and nuzzles closer. The small movement seems to have a marked affect on Hakuba, though. Hakuba moans, his eyes fluttering open... He seems a bit dazed and confused...]
Naoto...? Are you awake?
[Gently, he lays a hand on her shoulder to shake her, but the moment his fingers brush against the silk fabric, he draw his hand back quickly, unable to stifle a small gasp of surprise and pleasure.]
What in the world was that? [He runs a hand through his hair, only to experience that same feeling as before. His eyes widen in horror as he stares down at his own hand.]
Oh God... Don't tell me it's that virus again...
[And then the feed clicks off.]
((OOC: All of Naoto's responses will be a few hours later, after she's properly awake and dressed...))
[It appears that Naoto is deeply asleep and clinging to the older boy. She's dressed in a man's pajama suit and appears to be hogging the blankets.]
[For once, Hakuba appears to be sleeping peacefully was well. He is curled around Naoto, chin resting on the crown of her head. One arm is draped over her middle. He twitches in his sleep and sighs softly...]
[Naoto shifts against him and nuzzles closer. The small movement seems to have a marked affect on Hakuba, though. Hakuba moans, his eyes fluttering open... He seems a bit dazed and confused...]
Naoto...? Are you awake?
[Gently, he lays a hand on her shoulder to shake her, but the moment his fingers brush against the silk fabric, he draw his hand back quickly, unable to stifle a small gasp of surprise and pleasure.]
What in the world was that? [He runs a hand through his hair, only to experience that same feeling as before. His eyes widen in horror as he stares down at his own hand.]
Oh God... Don't tell me it's that virus again...
[And then the feed clicks off.]
((OOC: All of Naoto's responses will be a few hours later, after she's properly awake and dressed...))