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[a_sport]

Let's be honest, Calvin didn't even notice. He hadn't been sleeping too well, spent a lot of time tossing and turning in a bed that seemed too big now. Which didn't make too much sense because it had barely fit the two of them, and Meg had been the sort to sprawl out. But when he finally fell asleep it was deep and dreamless, and tonight was no

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[unextrordinary]

I like my space, I like touching the things in my bed, and well, I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I miss the lumpy warmth, and the fact that he's there and I have something to curl into.

The bed's softer though and well, it's a bit colder, and my feet are cold, freezing really and it's waking me up except for the fact that I don't want to get up. Then I hear a bark, and a heavy, panting thing has jumped on me and the springs are squeaking and I'm on my bed.

"Oh my God," I gasp as my eyes fly open, air pushed from lungs as Fort licks my face. I'm in my bed. Holy cow.

[a_sport]

Fortinbras came out of nowhere and practically trampled him in his excitement at getting on the bed. That's what really woke him up, and then there was-

He still didn't know where the hell he was at just yet, but he was in the world again and oh, God, it sounded something beautiful. Muted song and harmony and Jesus Christ but it was snowing outside and he could just tell.

"Hey," he said in a quiet, surprised voice. Because of course Meg was up on the bed, and it was too surprising to be awkward yet.

[unextrordinary]

It's like a tickle. Just a faint buzzing in the back of the ears, and it tickles, but I like it. It doesn't hurt, if anything it feels nice, it feels good. Really good.

I almost turn my head towards him and away from Fort and his licking nose and my scratching him before he says anything.

But it doesn't change the fact that he's in my freaking bedroom. Which is weird. "Hi. Um. What are, um, you're in my room? On..my floor. Aren't you cold?"

[a_sport]

He shrugged, rubbing his hands over his bare arms as they shuddered up with goose flesh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. It's wicked cold."

Then Calvin scratched a hand through his hair, tilting his head up to look at her. That was when he properly noticed he was in her bedroom and stood up quick. "Look, um, sorry. No idea how I got here. I'll just...wait downstairs or go for a bit, or, yeah."