Early Tuesday Morning, Room 206: An Unexpected Transformation
Naminé
It was early morning, and Naminé didn't want to get up just yet.
Well, to be honest, Naminé didn't want to get up at all, because she was curled up in Valentine's bed where it was warm and comfortable, with possible outbreaks of haziness. But Café Fina wouldn't open itself.
She sighed a little and tried to pull out of his arms. Very, very reluctantly.
Valentine
"Nsntmrrrngyit," was Valentine's very intelligent and entirely coherent protest to Naminé's attempt to remove herself from his arms. A few moments later, a more intelligible clarification was added. "Still night. Sleep more."
Naminé
"I think it is," she murmured, rolling slightly to face him and snuggling in. "There does seem to be daylight, you know. Clear sign of morning."
Valentine
"The daylight is a rotten liar and should be ashamed of itself," Valentine insisted, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her nice and close. "It isn't anywhere near morning yet. I said so."
Naminé
"So I should go back to sleep?" she asked innocently. Pressing a light kiss to the side of his neck. So, possibly not that innocently.
Valentine
"Of course not. We're awake now. Just call in sick and- yes. Yes. Call in sick and we can- Hm." It was difficult to formulate evil plots when she was being innocent like that. Curse her distracting innocence. "Just stay here all day. Yes. Call in sick and- mmhm."
He was having technical difficulties, here.
Naminé
The light kiss was followed up with other light kisses. "But I'm not sick," she said. Very innocently. "And they have no one but me to open. Isn't that terrible?"
Valentine
"Horrible," Valentine agreed. "They should do something about that. Today. While you're here."
He probably shouldn't be so proud that he managed to get that all out in one attempt. But he was. Very proud.
Naminé
He couldn't speak for the moments following that, as she had found his lips and was saying good morning.
"There's a sign, in the window," she said. "We'd like new employees. But we haven't found any yet. Regrettable, isn't it?"
Valentine
"I'd apply, but, no, I don't want to be a waiter," he stated. And she couldn't reply for a few moments, as he had found her lips and decided to say good morning right back.
Naminé
Naminé laughed, softly. When she had her lips free again, that is.
"It wouldn't help our dilemma any. If you had to go in to work, it would be the same thing but the other way around."
Valentine
"And that would be terrible. Unless you were to move in. Then there would be more chances for hazy midmornings, you know."
This was not a subtle hint. Really. At all.
There was nothing subtle about it.
Naminé
Naminé pressed one last kiss to his lips before wriggling away a little. "That doesn't change the fact that I should be getting up now."
My, what a lovely topic change that was!
Valentine
"Am I going to have to follow you to work and teach the dishes how to dance the Hokey Pokey to get an answer out of you?" Valentine wiggled after her, a sort of low-speed inchworm police chase impression. "Honestly, if you don't want to, I won't be offended, just come on and say it."
He was getting slightly fidgety, here.
Naminé
That earned Valentine a puzzled look. He thought that she ...
Naminé settled in for a rather enthusiastic sort of kiss. Reassuring and nuzzly and was she stretching out over him again?
"Valentine," she said, following it with a light kiss. "It isn't." And another. "That I don't want to." And a few more.
The kissing might prove counterproductive to discussing this.
And to her general plan of going to work today.
Valentine
"Oh," Valentine replied, then kissed some more. Why stop a good thing? "Then what." Mm, kissing. "Is it?"
Valentine certainly didn't mind if she just so happened to miss her shift. He'd tell the Cheese-Grater something about kissing later, and there would be celebrating. Probably with wine. They were strange like that at Café Fina.
Naminé
Naminé did mind if she would miss her shift; it was just that she wasn't thinking at the moment. Not with him kissing her and it was a very lovely morning and possibly a little hazy and could they perhaps take a little time to wake up and discuss this? Or wake up and not discuss this?
"I'm not sure," she said softly. Talking was much less pleasant than kissing, wasn't it? "It seems as though ... it could ... go badly. Somehow. Something might ... happen. Or we'd be in one another's way. Or. One of us would need space and ... not have it. I don't ..." She closed her eyes. "I don't know. Something might go wrong."
Valentine
"Go wrong?" Something about that thought made Valentine feel very small.
Drowning under the bedsheets small, actually.
He had to express his displeasure at the bedsheets suddenly being so very large. They certainly had some nerve, burying him like that! So he peeped and chirped and attempted to find his way out to freedom again.
Naminé
Yes. Go wrong. Like, say. One of them might suddenly disappear.
"Valentine?!" Naminé sat up, panicky. Had he made some sort of w--
-- the sheets were chirping.
Naminé carefully moved the sheets out of the way to discover a tiny chick staring at her.
A tiny chick wearing a mask.
"Valentine?" she asked warily.
Valentine
Oh! There was the rest of the room! It had gotten all lost when the bedsheets had decided to eat him. Awfully rude of the bedsheets to do that. He might have to poop on them later to show them who was boss.
It was a bird thing.
Valentine chirped and decided to traverse the very, very long distance between himself and Naminé.
"Peep tweep cheep squeak beep!"
Naminé! My, how you've grown! Have you got any corn?
Naminé
Well. Her boyfriend was missing, and in his place there was a baby chicken wearing a mask. Sherlock Holmes was not required here.
"Hello, Valentine," she sighed, scooping him up in the palm of her hand. "I suppose I shall be late for work for entirely less gratifying reasons."
She stroked the top of his head with a finger, shaking her head. "This had better be a Fandom-related oddity. If I find out later that you do this now and again, and you didn't warn me? I'll feed you to Alea."
Valentine
Valentine was very insulted by the insinuation. He had only been a baby chicken once before, and that was a class thing, and he was a very cute chicken, Rikku had told him so but he didn't for a moment buy that. He was a fearsome warrior chicken who struck terror in the hearts of his adversaries and who was probably too small to make a decent meal for Alea anyhow and did he mention that he was very insulted?
He made his insult very apparent by the way he puffed his feathers adorably and lowered his head to make the stroking of his wee little noggin easier for Naminé to accomplish. The nerve.
Naminé
"Yes, of course," Naminé said, nodding. "You're a very important chicken. I wasn't implying otherwise."
No, she couldn't speak chicken. But she had been dating Valentine for a while, and certain things became intuitive.
"Right. I suppose you'll be coming with me to work, then. I can't just leave you here."
Valentine
Work! Excellent! Then his plot to entice her to stay in his coop for always could commence! He could teach the dishes the Chicken Dance! That would show her!
Also, they would have corn! It was a winning situation! Hurrah! This day continued to improve! With corn and Naminé, he would rule everyth--
Nap now.
Naminé
Naminé shook her head. "You should be very glad that you're cute," she said, setting him down carefully on his pillow so that she could get dressed.
(OOC: The return of Chickentine! Preplayed with the awesome importantman, who will be AFK for a couple of days. NFI, but broadcast is okay and OOC is love.)