fifty-nine

[misslafosse]

[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt

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[simpledoes]

[He was having a good dream before this! Something about sailing with his friends and that weird curry Sheena used to make.

But then someone is TOUCHING HIM and there's SCREAMING and WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BLANKETS GO. He groans and rolls over, rubbing at his eyes blearily.]

Man, what--....

[simpledoes]

Yeah, we are. [can't figure out if that makes it more or less awkward.] ... I think I've seen you around a couple times.

[misslafosse]

Well. I suppose I am quite a figure around the castle. And I'm a singer at Caritas, too. [tilts her head] Though I can't quite tell if you're old enough to set foot inside a bar.

[simpledoes]

I could go if I wanted! [Only because he doesn't actually know how old he's supposed to be.] I just don't. The stuff they serve in those places is gross.

[... he's only ever been to the Deathmatch.]

[misslafosse]

[Giggles, because if he thinks the alcohol they serve in bars is "gross," he's probably not old enough to be in one. But she won't say anything!]

I wonder how long we'll be stuck this way... Or if it's happened to anyone else. [Someone could be cuddling her girlfriend right now! D:]

[simpledoes]

... No offense, but whatever it is, I really hope it's over soon.

[THERE IS KIND OF ONLY ONE BED.]

[misslafosse]

[Oh yes, the bed thing. Delysia hasn't forgotten about that.]

In the meantime, we should probably sort out... sleeping arrangements.

[simpledoes]

-- Uh, right.

[There's an AWKWARD PAUSE while he debates with himself. IT'S A COMFY BED, OKAY.]

I can... sleep on the floor or something if you want me to. I guess.

[misslafosse]

[She doesn't want to share, but now she feels bad!]

I suppose we could share it, but you would have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.

[simpledoes]

[He holds his hands up defensively.]

Yeah, yeah. I promise.

[misslafosse]

Okay. But remember! Keep to your own side. I mean, surely this bed it big enough for two if we were sleeping comfortably before.

[simpledoes]

Yeah, sure! I can do that, no problem.

[YOU JUST MADE A TEENAGER'S DAY, DELYSIA.]

Lloyd

[iknowhowtogetit]

[OH REALLY?]

Take care of her, okay?

Jun

[simpledoes]

[-- OH RITE JOURNAL.]

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

Lloyd

[iknowhowtogetit]

[she wonders if that suggestive tone of hers is going to work wonders...]

I'm sure it will be.

Jun

[simpledoes]

[... no. implicit anything is like talking to a brick.]

It will! I'll make sure.