Cara's Room at the Arms, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

These days, Cara rarely had the opportunity, and if she was going to be honest. somewhat less rarely the desire, to sleep late, so it made it all the more galling, when on one of the the few occasions she had both, to she woke to the sun in her eyes. She knew she should have closed the drapes last night

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[harpy_daughter]

"I take the fact that you can stand up and walk in a straight-line as a personal affront, sugar," as the response from the bed, and Surreal just pulled the sheet over her head. "I hate you."

No she didn't, because Cara was being nice and shutting the curtain.

[wrongkindofsith]

The sun vanquished, Cara made her way back to the bed. "I assure you, I'm unable to walk on the inside."

She very deliberately let herself fall on top of the Surreal-shaped lump in the blankets.

[harpy_daughter]

"I'll stab you," came the promise from under Cara. "With poison. Or maybe I'll poison your breakfast. Very very painful poison."

[wrongkindofsith]

"You could," Cara agreed, as she made herself quite comfortable, thank you. "But you'd miss me."