[In Person] [Backdated to early evening] Just taking a nap...

[nuitdushasseur]

[Vincent is curled up asleep in the middle of the floor in the great hall; his hair's cut short, and he's wearing something white that seems unsure if it's a frilly nightshirt or somewhat plain dress

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Chibi Lotti is hard to picture in head :\

[bloodlicklotti]

[Lotti was walking down the corridor. She was flat chested, hair much shorter than it was before and shorter than she was to. In fact it for once actually made her look... cute. She was wearing a short pink dress as went to the great hall, staring as she came across a sight of a boy sleeping in the middle of the floor.]

[She couldn't guess straight away since she didn't know what he would look like as a little boy, although the bad habit was awfully familiar, so without wasting anymore time, she walked up to the figure, leaning over slightly and with that gave a slight kick.]

Oi! Boy, wake up.

Half the size, all the crazy? :D

[nuitdushasseur]

[And the first response IIIISSSSS....]

[Not actually waking up.]

[He might be curling up around your foot/clinging to it in his sleep, though.]

Of course. It's not Lotti without that.

[bloodlicklotti]

[Lotti's response to the leg clinging is to use her free leg to kick lightly in the stomach area. No touching. That's her job.]

Oi boy, get off!

[nuitdushasseur]

[That does start getting some kind of stirring, though it starts with an annoyed grumble and ... continuing to cling.]

[always1truth]

[....]

[...is the floor really a good place to sleep?]

[nuitdushasseur]

[Doesn't seem to be stopping him! :D ]

[always1truth]

[...sleeping on the floor is probably bad for you... :|]

[nuitdushasseur]

[And that has never stopped this before. :D Chain-induced narcolepsy is an annoying wonderful thing!]

[ignoredbyfather]

[Oz just stares at you. Holding his copy of the combined stories of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. He recognizes that dress...shirt...thing anywhere. At least it isn't covered in blood though or he would be worried.]

Vincent, time to wake up.

[nuitdushasseur]

[He stirs, mumbling something unintelligible, but doesn't really wake up; he's out pretty hard.]

[ignoredbyfather]

[Oh well, he'll sit there with his book, opening it and starting to read. Waiting for you to wake up.]

[nuitdushasseur]

[You might be waiting a while.]

[catgirlsadist]

[Have a kiddo Koto, disproportionately massive kitty appendages and all clumsy and round. Still trying to decide the merits and disadvantages of being a child, walking down the hall to get to the kitchen for a snack.

As she is prone to do, Koto isn't paying attention. with such big ears she should notice the steady breathing of the collapsed boy in the corner; with those hazy absent eyes she should see him lying there. But no. Ah, well, ignorance is bliss-

-until you trip and fall on top of a little boy asleep in the hallway.]

Oof!

[nuitdushasseur]

[There's a half-awake mumble-stir...]

[And then, before he's really conscious, a flailing scramble to get AWAY from the cat D: With a very high-pitched little-] EEK!!

[...And then the heart attack slows down as he gets a look at her to see that she's you know, a girl. With tawny ears and poofy tail, not a black cat.]

[catgirlsadist]

[Blink. Blink blink blink.]

...hi. Sorry.

I don't think we've met. [She sticks out a round, pale hand.] I'm Koto, nice to meetcha.

[nuitdushasseur]

Vincent. [The informality is a little odd to him, but he's a little too rattled to fuss too much; he accepts the handshake, already shaking off the small panic moment and smiling brightly.] Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a moment there.

[He is utterly not seeming to react at all to the fact that there's what seems to be a large half-plushie mouse with a wind-up key out its back that's sorta poofed into existence overhead...]

[In Person]

[weatherbraids]

[Congrats, Vincent, you get one tiny, annoyed, frizzy-haired firetop stalking through the Manor like she hates it. She does that when she's annoyed.

...and she's pausing to stare down at Vincent for a minute.]

...I don't think this is the best place to sleep. [She's going to reach down to shake his shoulder. >>]

[In Person]

[nuitdushasseur]

[He's going to mumble and shift a little, maybe slightly snuggling closer to her hand.]