The Room at the Bottom of the Stairs; Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday Afternoon.

[nun_better]

After the prom, Rosette and John had ended up in her bed, which she had won in the arguement because it was more comfortable than the Sparky's couch, and the morning had her in nothing but John's boxers and John in nothing but a pair of socks, and a Chrono waking up in the other bed to that very, very disturbing image.

"Oh, God, Rosette! Please

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[apocalypsesoon]

"can you two keep it down?" john murmured, too tired for capital letters this. "just sleeping." Which was true. All the other fun stuff happened before they hit the bed.

[nun_better]

"Hate you both," Chrono muttered from under his pillow. "So much right now."

Rosette just giggled. Maybe thought something dirty about the three of them. But, no. Just wrong. Still made her giggle, though, and then wince, 'cause her head kind of hurt.

[apocalypsesoon]

John threw his arm around her. "Sleeping now," he said not-awake-ily.

[nun_better]

"Jo-ohn," Rosette giggled again but nuzzled into him. "It's already probably afternoon. Sleeping time over." She paused, looking over her shoulder toward Chrono's bed. "Speaking of which, why are you still in bed? You're usually up at the ass crack of dawn..."

"Chrono's not here right now."