[There's a shift under the sheets when his shoulder was nudged; getting out of bed right now was not on Kida's priority list, not after the night he'd spent before convincing to watch bad sci-fi movies with him. He had few doubts that waking him up at hell-o-clock in the morning was all a part of Mikado's elaborate revenge plan though so he simply curled up tighter in response, waving a bangled hand to shoo the other away.
But then his brain catches up with his ears and what did he just say? There's no way he could know- there wasn't any way, right? Pass it off as a joke, Kida, that was the safest way.]
It's pretty rude to call another girl's name when you're on a guy's bed.
[THIS Kida was not having such a hard time waking up. Mostly since thinking he was in bed with Saki had given him a jolt of panicked adrenaline that felt a lot like a heart attack.
Realizing it wasn't Saki was such a relief he almost (almost!!!) comprehended the situation before him.
His first thought was that the voice seem strangely familiar.
The second that it was still definitely a man's voice and that maybe what he had interpreted a cute girl's lithe frame was more like a scrawny boy's.
The third was that he seriously couldn't quite place the voice to the boy in question and had he seriously finally gotten around to his ~youthful explorations of sexual expression~ only to totally forget about it the next morning?
Anyway if it was a guy he didn't care if he was a little more blunt. He pulled the sheets off to get a look at who it was--]
You're right. Not at all classy of me, I'm just used to expect--
[And then sudden, dead silence, because the person under the sheets was not a cute girl, (though he supposed it was a cute boy?) but unmistakably definitely the one and only Kida Masaomi.]
[The first thought was damn it's cold. He'd have to remember to petition very strongly for a heater inside the cafe later. Maybe right near the girls' rooms for double the benefit. The second thought ran more along the lines of, why is there a mirror next to the bed like that waitthat'snotamirror. It took one more bleary blink at the other figure to get Kida to sit up and press himself back up against the head of the bed. Not out of fear, after all camp had given him an unfortunate amount of experience with this kind of thing, but one of wariness. After all, he has no idea who's on the other side of that face.]
Camp didn't decide to turn you into me, did it? Because otherwise this is an unsexy dream.
[He glanced around the room for a moment then down at the bed they're both perched on.]
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But then his brain catches up with his ears and what did he just say? There's no way he could know- there wasn't any way, right? Pass it off as a joke, Kida, that was the safest way.]
It's pretty rude to call another girl's name when you're on a guy's bed.
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Realizing it wasn't Saki was such a relief he almost (almost!!!) comprehended the situation before him.
His first thought was that the voice seem strangely familiar.
The second that it was still definitely a man's voice and that maybe what he had interpreted a cute girl's lithe frame was more like a scrawny boy's.
The third was that he seriously couldn't quite place the voice to the boy in question and had he seriously finally gotten around to his ~youthful explorations of sexual expression~ only to totally forget about it the next morning?
Anyway if it was a guy he didn't care if he was a little more blunt. He pulled the sheets off to get a look at who it was--]
You're right. Not at all classy of me, I'm just used to expect--
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Camp didn't decide to turn you into me, did it? Because otherwise this is an unsexy dream.
[He glanced around the room for a moment then down at the bed they're both perched on.]
Really unsexy.
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