[ Nao stares at her phone for a minute. She doesn't have to ask him to know that he hasn't moved an inch out of bed because the cute little fox character that represents him on her top right-hand visual corner map hasn't moved, a simple 'coded' translation of her Sense of Soshiro's energy. "Wide awake," he'd said. She gives her head a shake and steals quietly out of her room, leaving the door cracked as she tends to in case Shiro is inside and cares to follow. ]
yea pretty sure i can manage tat
[ With that, she pockets her phone in one of the little side pockets of the knees' high t-shirt dress she'd sewn a while ago. It doesn't take her long to reach his room, quietly slide the door open, and step inside. She doesn't announce herself. She already did that when she allowed her footsteps to become audible outside his door so as not to surprise him should he be conscious. He's probably drifting in and out, typing the way he has been.
Is the glowbug still on his window? She can't help a small smile, giving it a little wave with her pointer before she places said pointer in front of her lips, a quiet little, "Shhh."
That's all the time she has for conversation with it, though. She tiptoes over to Soshiro's bed, her eyes already sufficiently adjusted to the dark. That along with her sense allows her a good sense of his position. On his back with his arms behind his head? Cute. Probably comfortable, too, a theory she's moving to test. Lying down beside Soshiro, she scootches to close that inch or two of distance between them so she fits right with him, against like some puzzle piece he's been missing, her far hand crossing her side to settle atop his chest as she snuggles up to him, into him properly, as surely as though she belonged there.
He's warm. Smells like him, too, of course. It's nice and she's got a thousand excuses at the ready should he question what she's doing and why she's there. It's not like they don't snuggle on the couch sometimes, so... it's fine, isn't it?
Maybe he'll fall back to sleep. She'll make him breakfast later. ]
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yea
pretty sure i can manage tat
[ With that, she pockets her phone in one of the little side pockets of the knees' high t-shirt dress she'd sewn a while ago. It doesn't take her long to reach his room, quietly slide the door open, and step inside. She doesn't announce herself. She already did that when she allowed her footsteps to become audible outside his door so as not to surprise him should he be conscious. He's probably drifting in and out, typing the way he has been.
Is the glowbug still on his window? She can't help a small smile, giving it a little wave with her pointer before she places said pointer in front of her lips, a quiet little, "Shhh."
That's all the time she has for conversation with it, though. She tiptoes over to Soshiro's bed, her eyes already sufficiently adjusted to the dark. That along with her sense allows her a good sense of his position. On his back with his arms behind his head? Cute. Probably comfortable, too, a theory she's moving to test. Lying down beside Soshiro, she scootches to close that inch or two of distance between them so she fits right with him, against like some puzzle piece he's been missing, her far hand crossing her side to settle atop his chest as she snuggles up to him, into him properly, as surely as though she belonged there.
He's warm. Smells like him, too, of course. It's nice and she's got a thousand excuses at the ready should he question what she's doing and why she's there. It's not like they don't snuggle on the couch sometimes, so... it's fine, isn't it?
Maybe he'll fall back to sleep. She'll make him breakfast later. ]