[al;sfaksjdf BUT. alskdjfaslkdf. It's not that the cuddling isn't nice, it's just. She's. Euphie. And he's not her boyfriend or anything and HOW DID THIS HAPPEN and where are his glasses and where are they and HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.]
[HE'S NOT A PUSSY HE CAN HANDLE FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS JUST FINE.]
[IT'S JUST GIRLS THAT GIVE HIM PROBLEMS.]
[LIKE THE ONE CUDDLED UP NEXT TO HIM.]
[... Well, this is officially hopeless. He's going to wake her up in the process of extracting himself, so he might as well let her be comfortable for a little longer and try not to freak out too badly. And maybe remember last night. Or try to. GOD, what is this HEADACHE.]
[WELL THIS...IS DIFFERENT SO I GUESS YOU CAN BE FORGIVEN.]
[YEAH YOU'RE OUT OF LUCK THERE SIR]
[I'M NOT THAT BADDDDD]
[Is actually very okay with this situation since she likes cuddling and sleeping and COMBINING THOSE TWO THINGS is very much a-okay in her book. Traaaaaaaaaacing her fingers up and down his side gently, still not entirely awake]
[IT WOULD BE EASIER IF YOU WERE BAD BECAUSE THEN HE WOULDN'T FEEL TERRIBLE GUILT WHEN SHE MADE THOSE LITTLE NOISES WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO GET AWAY.]
[Just kind of. Tries not to shiver or squirm too much at that because that tickles and he's not used to this, not used to any of this and alsjdfk he needs his brain to be working right now and it's not because she's being... distracting. Pleasantly distracting, but still distracting.]
[WELL I am bad sometimes only if I'm geassed. :( GUESS YOU JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP]
[Is very touchy no matter what, adding a bed into it just increases it. Though, it's clear she's kind of waking up, nuzzling his shoulder softly, wondering just why she's...not in her bed at home]
Euphie-san... I... I don't think we're supposed to be here. Especially like this.
[In some distant part of his mind that isn't concerned with the immediate situation, the part of him that actually DOES think like a teenage boy, he notes that she's cute like this. For which another part of his mind quickly reprimands him, also noting that watching girls as they sleep is Twilight-esque creepy and stalkerish.]
[just a sec, it's processing that she is familiar with that voice, but not in this setting. There's a long pause, which might be her waking up, or might be her processing the fact that hey, there's a strange boy in her bed who sounds suspiciously like Ishida.
A moment later, she moves to look up at him with confusion plain and clear on her face, closing her eyes a moment later, head throbbing.]
What...?
[and really, that question could mean anything. What did he mean, what happened, what's going on-- take your pick.]
[Which answers at least the last two. He's confused and embarrassed and off balance, and yet all of that comes second the instant he sees she's wincing, as if in pain, and his hand moves slowly, gently to her temple questioningly.]
[that's...not exactly comforting, but she lets it go for the moment, instead choosing to tug the sheets up a little more firmly, keeping her eyes closed from the light of the room for a moment]
I'm...fine, it's just a headache. [leans into the touch just a little, still utterly confused.]
[Gently, carefully, but methodically he checks her head, finally settling down to a light, gentle touch again once he's certain that's not the problem.]
Well, there's no head trauma, at least...
[Still, he looks concerned, even with his own headache.]
... And yes, it would appear so. I don't remember how we got here, though.
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[Slowly opens his eyes.]
[Oh. Uhm. Well, then.]
[He's going to. Very quietly turn a very, very deep crimson. And slowly try to pry himself away from the cuddles because a;ldsjfalsdkfj]
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[Also kind o waking up since he's clearly a pussy agitated, and she's making sleepy, questioning noises as he moves]
[also those may be your glasses hooked on my bra, hooked on the bed. hm.]
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[IT'S JUST GIRLS THAT GIVE HIM PROBLEMS.]
[LIKE THE ONE CUDDLED UP NEXT TO HIM.]
[... Well, this is officially hopeless. He's going to wake her up in the process of extracting himself, so he might as well let her be comfortable for a little longer and try not to freak out too badly. And maybe remember last night. Or try to. GOD, what is this HEADACHE.]
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[YEAH YOU'RE OUT OF LUCK THERE SIR]
[I'M NOT THAT BADDDDD]
[Is actually very okay with this situation since she likes cuddling and sleeping and COMBINING THOSE TWO THINGS is very much a-okay in her book. Traaaaaaaaaacing her fingers up and down his side gently, still not entirely awake]
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[Just kind of. Tries not to shiver or squirm too much at that because that tickles and he's not used to this, not used to any of this and alsjdfk he needs his brain to be working right now and it's not because she's being... distracting. Pleasantly distracting, but still distracting.]
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[Is very touchy no matter what, adding a bed into it just increases it. Though, it's clear she's kind of waking up, nuzzling his shoulder softly, wondering just why she's...not in her bed at home]
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[... Oh boy. Well. Here goes nothing. Leans down, kind of quiet-ish, blushing, murmuring in her ear.]
Euphie-san?
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[sleepy noiseee] Mmmhm? [which really means "i'm listening" except not really.
maybe a little bit. :|]
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[In some distant part of his mind that isn't concerned with the immediate situation, the part of him that actually DOES think like a teenage boy, he notes that she's cute like this. For which another part of his mind quickly reprimands him, also noting that watching girls as they sleep is Twilight-esque creepy and stalkerish.]
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A moment later, she moves to look up at him with confusion plain and clear on her face, closing her eyes a moment later, head throbbing.]
What...?
[and really, that question could mean anything. What did he mean, what happened, what's going on-- take your pick.]
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[Which answers at least the last two. He's confused and embarrassed and off balance, and yet all of that comes second the instant he sees she's wincing, as if in pain, and his hand moves slowly, gently to her temple questioningly.]
Are you alright?
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I'm...fine, it's just a headache. [leans into the touch just a little, still utterly confused.]
...we're...in bed together?
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[Gently, carefully, but methodically he checks her head, finally settling down to a light, gentle touch again once he's certain that's not the problem.]
Well, there's no head trauma, at least...
[Still, he looks concerned, even with his own headache.]
... And yes, it would appear so. I don't remember how we got here, though.
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