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WHO: Doumeki, Watanuki (Open~)
WHAT: The morning after (yeah, prolly like that ;D minusthesex)
WHERE: At Doumeki's family Temple
WHEN: Early morning
Watanuki had an uneasy sleep. It's not to say the fact that he had a terrible head-cold and was probably dripping snot all over himself in the night, and it's not to say the fact that it was either too hot or too cold. No, it was simply the fact that there had been no dreams. For the first time in a long time, no visions had plagued him, no words of warning. Not even Haruka-san to come and laugh at him for his most recent inner predicament.
In all honesty, it was a perfectly wonderful sleep (well, okay, the head-cold was really bad, but that's beyond the point).
But to him, all of the dreams that visited him in his sleep since... as long as he could remember (which, as of late, hasn't been that long) were a nightly-routine.
At the moment, the boy was standing absently in the kitchen--boiling water for tea as his mind wandered to the events of the night before. That was... most definitely life relationship changing status. No one had a full-blown make-out session kiss like that (in the rain) and expected to go back to being friends with the usual careless banter the next day. Especially after waking up in each other's arms.
Absently, Watanuki lifted one hand and rubbed it across his lower lip--then stopped and flushed at the memory of the feeling. With a soft sigh of confusion, the boy buried his face in the crook of his arm and collapsed against the table. There was no way they could go back to being the same.
WHAT: The morning after (yeah, prolly like that ;D minusthesex)
WHERE: At Doumeki's family Temple
WHEN: Early morning
Watanuki had an uneasy sleep. It's not to say the fact that he had a terrible head-cold and was probably dripping snot all over himself in the night, and it's not to say the fact that it was either too hot or too cold. No, it was simply the fact that there had been no dreams. For the first time in a long time, no visions had plagued him, no words of warning. Not even Haruka-san to come and laugh at him for his most recent inner predicament.
In all honesty, it was a perfectly wonderful sleep (well, okay, the head-cold was really bad, but that's beyond the point).
But to him, all of the dreams that visited him in his sleep since... as long as he could remember (which, as of late, hasn't been that long) were a nightly-routine.
At the moment, the boy was standing absently in the kitchen--boiling water for tea as his mind wandered to the events of the night before. That was... most definitely life relationship changing status. No one had a full-blown make-out session kiss like that (in the rain) and expected to go back to being friends with the usual careless banter the next day. Especially after waking up in each other's arms.
Absently, Watanuki lifted one hand and rubbed it across his lower lip--then stopped and flushed at the memory of the feeling. With a soft sigh of confusion, the boy buried his face in the crook of his arm and collapsed against the table. There was no way they could go back to being the same.