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paradisa2012-02-11 09:59 pm
deterrence) wrote in paradisa2012-02-11 09:59 pm
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[Natsuki's not the lightest sleeper in the world. In fact, one could say the opposite and have it be mostly true. As such, this exciting first tag consists of Natsuki asleep and buried under her covers, oblivious to any overnight changes the castle saw fit to bestow upon her room.]
[some part of Shizuru has registered the fact that she isn't in her own bed anymore -- for one thing, her sheets aren't this garish shade of red. For another, there appears to be another person in it with her. Coherent thought is for the appropriately caffeinated, though, so all she manages is to squint blearily at her companion, finding familiar features; and come to the conclusion that this must be a dream of some kind. Yes.]
[Well, your dream bedmate has decided to roll over and stuff her head under the pillow. Must be the intrusive morning light filtering through the curtains. The amazingly tacky, glittery and red curtains.]
[so cute. There's a long moment where she takes the sight in, not bothering to hold back her smile. Besides, doing that is preferable to considering their surroundings. What is the place supposed to be, a love hotel room? How predictable has she become?]
[Consider that while the alarm on the bedside table suddenly starts blaring. Although it’s closer to Natsuki, her only response is to curl up into a ball and ignore it. Typical. Crazy conspiracies are relatively good excuses for cutting class, but it’s hardly the only reason she’s usually late.]
[an alarm is...new. She stares blankly at the thing, wondering if it corresponds to the one she has -- too much meta, not enough brain. When no amount of willing the alarm to stop has any effect, she reluctantly drags herself out of the nice, comfy (also disgustingly pink) blanket and manually turns it off]
[ooc: Natsuki, Shizuru. This is backdated to 6-ish in the morning, and open to responses to the noise coming over the journal]
[some part of Shizuru has registered the fact that she isn't in her own bed anymore -- for one thing, her sheets aren't this garish shade of red. For another, there appears to be another person in it with her. Coherent thought is for the appropriately caffeinated, though, so all she manages is to squint blearily at her companion, finding familiar features; and come to the conclusion that this must be a dream of some kind. Yes.]
[Well, your dream bedmate has decided to roll over and stuff her head under the pillow. Must be the intrusive morning light filtering through the curtains. The amazingly tacky, glittery and red curtains.]
[so cute. There's a long moment where she takes the sight in, not bothering to hold back her smile. Besides, doing that is preferable to considering their surroundings. What is the place supposed to be, a love hotel room? How predictable has she become?]
[Consider that while the alarm on the bedside table suddenly starts blaring. Although it’s closer to Natsuki, her only response is to curl up into a ball and ignore it. Typical. Crazy conspiracies are relatively good excuses for cutting class, but it’s hardly the only reason she’s usually late.]
[an alarm is...new. She stares blankly at the thing, wondering if it corresponds to the one she has -- too much meta, not enough brain. When no amount of willing the alarm to stop has any effect, she reluctantly drags herself out of the nice, comfy (also disgustingly pink) blanket and manually turns it off]
[ooc: Natsuki, Shizuru. This is backdated to 6-ish in the morning, and open to responses to the noise coming over the journal]