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[i_spoiled_it]

The thing about working the graveyard shift Steph likes the most is that she gets to see the sun rise. It's not as lovely a sunrise as Gotham produces -- the air here is too clean, not enough pollution for light to refract from -- but it's still pretty awesome

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[3rdtimelucky]

An observant Robin might notice the neat pile of clothes just inside the bedroom door, laying next to a fairly familiar pair of ankle boots that also don't belong. Such a Robin might also quirk an eyebrow at the presence of a contact lens holder in the en suite bathroom if he or she were to go in there.

One might forgive the Robin for overlooking these incongruous items however, since their owner, one Goldilocks, is currently situated in the Robin's bed, in plain view.

Dressed in a fairly conservative sleepshirt, she looks comfy and relaxed, just reclining there under the covers, propped up on a pillow, reading the Jeeves and Wooster Omnibus that was on the bedside table. She doesn't seem sheepish or apologetic at all. It's as if... she's stayed here many times before. Or maybe she's just an old hat when it comes to hijacking beds.

Either way, she barely even looks up when Steph plods in.

"Tough day at the office?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph stops inside the door, registering, and squints at Goldy for some time.

The first thing that comes into her head is ... predictable, and lame, and really letting the side down a bit. She's sure Goldy will mock later.

But some things just have to be said.

"...someone's been sleeping in my bed, and they're still there!"

[3rdtimelucky]

The timeworn quote gets a well-earned eye-roll from the Fable.

"Notwithstanding the fact that I haven't been to sleep yet, you're not halfway furry enough to pull that line off."

Apparently, there's no time like the present where mockery is concerned.

"I know it's late, but I expect better than that from you."

[i_spoiled_it]

"I've had a long day."

Steph continues to stare.

"I could go borrow a bear suit if you like. ... Goldy, why are you in my bed?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Waking up tangled around someone else and with blonde hair in her mouth isn't a new experience, really, even if the person's a little softer than Steph's generally used to. And the hair ... isn't hers. Huh.

Steph pries one eye open, squinting against the light, and blinks at her bedmate with sleepy curiousity.

"Don't remember you bein' here yesterday," she mumbles, making no move to shove the other woman's head off her chest. "...I think."

[3rdtimelucky]

Still lost in the fog of sleep, Goldy looks so peaceful and innocent. She murmurs something incoherent into Steph's cleavage and snuggles in a little closer.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph responds with a jaw-cracking yawn.

"...kay, be like that."

Her free hand flops back over her eyes and she goes promptly back to sleep.

[3rdtimelucky]

Some time later, Goldy starts to gain consciousness.

It's a tortuously slow process. But, eventually, her eyes crack open, blearily seeking rationale for this very pleasant-feeling situation.

Eyebrows raise.