blushing, we continue this dance IN PRIVATE.
The room is dark, and Matt isn't quite sure whether Misa is really still with him or not. Slowly, he starts to shift to his right - he stops suddenly when Misa cries out, alarmed.
"Sorry, sorry!" he says, jumping to his left to avoid crushing her. Climbing to his feet, Matt makes his way through the near-pitch black darkness of the room, finding a light switch with relative ease. Flicking it upward, a dim yet effective light illuminates the room - which Matt recognizes instantly as a bedroom. The carpet is shag, a light tan color, and Misa is lying on it, staring, wide-eyed, up at him. A wooden, queen bed is across the room from him and Misa, its darkly stained and ornately carved headboard shoved against the far wall. A pair of equally stained nightstands also occupy the room, one on each side of the bed, both sitting close to the wall as well. Turning slightly to his left, Matt sees a shiny, black mini-fridge set up against that wall; it hums quietly, a comforting sound.
Returning his gaze to Misa, Matt smiles, holding a hand out to help her up. "You okay?"
[[ooc: this is a private thread between logical_red and shinigami_is; you can go HERE to read the original thread that led to this. :3]]