this bed is juuuuust right [ota!]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A bright slash of painfully orange hair drapes across your pillow. Del twines her naked, coltish legs in the sheets, and her looong shirt bunches up around. She'd made a mess of your bed.

Can you really blame a poor, young Endless?

It's a wonder how she got there in the first place. Whyshe's decided to sleep in your bed. But the real question here is...

When exactly did you find her?]

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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock is sitting at the foot of his bed, watching her. He's still in his dressing gown, so he either hasn't been up that long or he didn't go to sleep at all.

To his credit, he doesn't seem that surprised.]

Having a lie-in?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A sheet is tugged up, and the orange streak hidden, but a pink one slips out on the side.

Then a mummble.]

Nooooo...

[mors]

[It's a good Ryoji doesn't sleep terribly often, or he might feel a little put out at his bed being stolen. Instead, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, skimming through his old copy of The Little Prince.]

I wasn't quite expecting to speak with you again like this.

[Not that he's complaining. Though she might still be asleep as he says that. He flips the page.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

So soon too soon was soon would soon...

[a mumble from under the sheets, and a thin-boned hand waving from uner the sheet.]

[traken_master]

[The Master starts awake, staring down at the young lady.]

Young lady, why are you in my bed?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[her hand flops out and flails at him, nails chewed and yellow hair sliding out with the orange streak]

S'not yours.

[traken_master]

[The Master frowns, looking around. It certainly seemed to be his bed. All of his things were in place.]

Perhaps not, technically, but this is the bed the castle provided for me.

[mors]

[He laughs lightly, and glances up at her.]

It's not "would" any longer, Delirium. I've already returned.

You didn't try to go into the Dead Zone again while I was away at all, did you?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She slowly pulls the sheet down from the top of her head, mismatched eyes peeking at him.]

So?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She's guiltily silent for a moment, and then lifts the sheet to peer at him between the fingers of one hand.]

...No?

[not_mafia]

[Since coming to Paradisa, he's gotten a bit better with people unintentionally (and sometimes intentionallycougharyacough) spooking him.

However, when he rolls around in bed and blearily blinks his eyes open, he is not prepared to come face-to-face with Delirium.

He promptly yells out, throws himself back, and... tumbles gracelessly off the bed.

He's only in his boxers, too, so expect him to promptly freak out about everything once he's righted himself.]

[mors]

[He actually frowns, in a slightly worried sort of way, and sets his book aside, letting it lie open on the bed.]

You recall that it was dangerous for you last time, don't you?

[workaphilic]

[Sternly:]

Get up. Won't have you there all afternoon.

[traken_master]

[The Master sighs.]

So, normally, I don't wake to find complete strangers in my sleeping space, uninvited. It makes me both curious and a bit wary.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del tugs herself over to the side of the bed, and peeeeeers at him over the edge.]

Not bugs.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She curls, turning her body so she's draped across the bed and facing him.]

But he left...

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She flails a hand out at him, reaaaaaching to try and grab a hold of some portion of him.]

'Ou could stayyyy

[fishy_go_byebye]

Curiously ba-ba-ba-bum?

[She drums the beat against the bed for emphasis.]

[mors]

[He tugs at his scarf a little, and leans forward, crossing his legs as he does so.]

Were they important enough to go into the Dead Zone?

[fishy_go_byebye]

...I couldn't reach them.

[She taps a hand on his knee]

[mors]

Did he leave the Castle, then?

[His expression becomes somber, though only a little. He looks around this room; a borrowed place in a borrowed mansion, though all the things he owns are here. It's his place now, but it used to belong to someone else.]

Someone that left this world... And even you couldn't bring them back?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Even I can't always reach those locked away.

[That wasn't true. She'd always been able to before. Always been so much closer than disappearing toes.]

[mors]

[His face falls further.

He hadn't tried to reach for Zelman since he left; hadn't tried to go beyond where the Castle would let him reach at first glance... because he'd been afraid that if he tried, he wouldn't be able to. But if she couldn't do it, he probably couldn't, either.

He couldn't reach for Zelman.]

It isn't very fair, is it?

[A boy that breaks the rules can hardly talk about fairness, though.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She crawls from the sheets, curves around him where he sits, almost ca-like, with her head resting on his knee where her hand had tapped.]

Paradise Lost stole us away.

[She said it to everyone, but they never seemed to believe her. Better to rule in hell of serve in heaven? Either way, she hated this place.]

Both choices are bad.

[mors]

[Ryoji's gaze drifts downward, not looking at anything in particular. Paradise Lost... he's sure he's heard her say it before, but he can't remember if he gave it much thought at the time.

He still lifts a hand, and brushes some hair out of Delirium's face.]

Of course they are. We aren't given many choices to begin with.

[Not beings like them, anyway. The luxury of choice or time wasn't something they were really supposed to have... so it would make sense that if they were given any, the outcome would be bad regardless.

Paradise Lost, because without Zelman this place was so much emptier.]