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[Sleeping in a bed that wasn't the one you'd fallen into the night before was always a startling realization upon waking, more so when that bed was surrounded by all sorts of tacky decorations in light of the upcoming holiday. However, what proved to draw Rookie from his sleep was not the sudden change in scenery (though that certainly helped), but the fact that there was someone laying beside him that he was pretty certain wasn't there when he had closed his eyes earlier.

Moving carefully, he pulled the pink satin sheets away from his face in order to sit up and let his attention shift from the variety of Valentine decor, to the woman next to him. When seeing that it was someone he knew, any visible tension he might have had disappeared and was replaced instead by a far more calm exterior. Didn't mean he felt all that calm, considering the circumstances, but the familiar company certainly helped.

Which is why he's just going to go ahead and try to sneak out of bed so he can check out their new surroundings, while half-mumbling to the opened journal once he catches sight of it.]

Hope I'm not the only one witnessing the castle's attempts at romance. [He'll pause to eye the candles in particular, wrinkling his nose.] Especially when it's just giving me a headache.

[Although that apparently turns out to be the least of his worries, because after a few more seconds of movement from his side, Rookie suddenly gives off an irritated sigh. One that was quickly followed by a whispered mumbling involving something about 'annoying castle', 'hearts', and 'boxers' to anyone that was listening hard enough.]

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[Said female is still asleep until the shifting on the bed rouses her into some state resembling consciousness. A noise of tired irritation can be heard as she slowly cracks her eyes open and takes a peek at her surroundings.

Quickly, she realizes that's a mistake. There's enough pink and red to easily blind someone. Her eyes shut again before she blinks a few times to take it all in.]

What the hell...?

[Kallen's brain kicks into gear, and she realizes this is certainly NOT where she went to sleep the night before. Sitting up quickly, the redhead looks around for some sort of sign as to what's going on.

Though, she quickly stops when her eyes land upon her boyfriend in nothing but heart covered boxers.]

Um... hi.

[He's starting to see why people hate this place more and more. He really is.

Though the sounds of stirring from behind him only causes Rookie to glance over his shoulder, before he's turning around completely to give the red head a wave.]

... Hey. [A second of silence, and then an awkward nod towards the rest of the room.] Just so you know, this wasn't my idea.

I figured as much. You're not nearly that romantic.

[She gives a sigh and kicks the covers off, getting out of bed to have a look for herself. Her own outfit isn't quite suited for company, either. Short sleeping shorts and a loose cut off t-shirt, though she doesn't think about it when she looks around.

A brow is raised when she sees the entirety of the room.]

Is this really it?

If this is your idea of romance, then no. [He grins.] I'm afraid not.

[As for what she's wearing, well he doesn't appear to really notice himself besides a passing glance. Then he just shrugs.]

Looks like it. Can't seem to open up any of the doors around here, either.

[And his armor is gone. Again. ; ; ... Or just hidden under all the stuff, but still.]

What's your status, Rookie? Everything okay?

Trust me, it's a relief. [She offers a sorta grin back.] This place really like to stick people places recently.

[A nearby candle gets a sniff before she wrinkles her nose.] Eugh.

Stuck in a room without armor, but otherwise fine.

[That or he just can't find it under all this stuff, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to wear it anyway.]

How's your end?

Guess it'd be too much to ask for it to change things up a little.

[He'll move to stretch his arms above his head, glancing around for something to wear that wasn't a shade of red.]

Did the castle pull this last year?

[She scoffs lightly as she shakes her head.]

Last year was different. You know those chalky candy hearts with messages on them? We had to follow those.

[Raising an eyebrow at that, but it's with a smile.]

Think we should steer clear of them this year then?

Not a bad idea, unless that's all we're given to eat.

[Surveying the room again, she sees the dresser and immediately makes a beeline for it. She opens and a few drawers, and--]

You have got to be kidding me!

Guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. [He's really hoping that won't be the case though, but as he moves to double check and see what exactly they did have, Kallen's cry catches his attention.]

What is it?

Have you looked at what I have available to wear in the place?!

[She grabs something from the drawers and holds it up. Dark pink with lace and a bow and not much else.]

No way in hell.

[Back into the drawer it goes with probably more force than necessary.]

Your selection's not much better.

[A minimal amount of red appears across his cheeks, but it's mostly covered up by the fact he's chuckling.] Can't imagine how my selection could be any worse than that.

[Which is why he's making his way across the room now for curiosity's sake and peering over her shoulder to look... only to regret making that decision seconds after.]

Does that even count as clothing?

[Kallen catches a glimpse of it and goes even redder than before.]

We don't have to find out.

[She finishes searching her side of the dresser with a growl before moving to the lower drawers on his side.]

This is ridiculous. [Rummaging rummaging...]

Aha! [With a tiny bit of success, she pulls out two basic t-shirts and two sets of long pajama pants. Rookie gets a look up at him now.]

Here's something at least.

Hopefully we never will.

[Because there is no way he's wearing that willingly. Even if that had been the only option, but given Kallen's findings it doesn't appear he was going to have that problem.]

Don't think I've ever been this happy to see some normal clothes.

[She makes a noise of agreement and stands up, holding out the clothes to him.]

Here.

[He'll take a moment to give the clothes one quick glance before he'll reach over and grab a pair of pants to slip on.] Thanks.

[Still kind of wishing it wasn't some coloration of pink, though.]

Think we'll be stuck in here long?

[Kallen takes one of the t-shirts-- a white one (!!)-- and puts the rest on top of the dresser.]

Maybe. I'm betting more than a day for sure, though. [She allows herself to sit on the bed with a whumf noise and a sigh.]

There doesn't seem to be much to do, either.

[He just starts heading over to the nearest piece of furniture to rest against, which just so happened to be near the assortment of chocolate laid out on one of the tables. So he's just going to be plucking a piece off one of the platters now to examine as he responds.]

Guess we'll just have to make up our own way to pass the time then.

Any ideas? There's a TV, and I think there are movies, too, but after seeing the clothes, I'm not sure I want to venture a look.

[Said television is a huge flatscreen mounted on the wall directly across from the bed. She shoots it a pointed glare.]

I think it won't be too hard to tell if they're a bit extreme by the rating, if that's what you're worried about.

[Or so he hopes, but it's said with a near joking tone and his usual smile before he's tossing that piece of chocolate into his mouth.]

Then by all means, go ahead and check. For all we know, the castle messed with those, too.

[She reaches over to a stuffed bear that was on the bed and playfully hurls it at him.]

I'm not much for movies.

[At least the romantic kind, but that teddy bear is getting caught with little effort before he's casually tossing it back.]

Or stuffed animals.

[She catches it and sets it aside with a sigh.] Then this is going to be a long whatever amount of time we're stuck here.

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