[It was risky, sketching someone while they slept without their permission. But he couldn't pass up the opportunity-- she didn't look half as relaxed any other time he saw her! And he was always careful to keep his distance and leave when the hour grew late during the week. But that Friday evening he'd been too tired. Too tired to worry that she might actually wake up this time. And perhaps also too tired to pass up a different kind of opportunity, indulging in an old habit the rest of the world thought he'd kicked by now...
And that's why, at this early hour, Zelda would find Issun, not glowing but still dimly glittering, nestled in the fabric between her chest and her arm. Squishy areas like that were always the most comfortable.]
[ It was hard to ignore the feeling of a strange weight against her chest once some consciousness had returned to her. Still half-asleep, groggy from her extended nap, she reached up and attempted to brush whatever it was off. ]
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And that's why, at this early hour, Zelda would find Issun, not glowing but still dimly glittering, nestled in the fabric between her chest and her arm. Squishy areas like that were always the most comfortable.]
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