[ She's about to tease him more with his new dumb nickname...but then she's got a Prince in her tits. What in the anime hell...
Making a face down at him, she tries to shift him, but that only has him dropping down into her lap. She sighs deeply, holding her forehead. She's making this so much worse. Not that it matters. He conked out, just like she did. Which means this is a perfect opportunity to say what he deserves to not-hear. ]
Idiot.
[ Gently, she eases their hands apart, then brings his hand up to peer at it closely. The hand she was holding is fine, but when she looks at the other? Sure enough, the tiniest smudge of his glowing blood is there. She sighs harder. Sleeping Beauty? Roses? Just as she thought. This stupid resort!
Her gaze shifts down to her dozing Prince Grump, kissing his bleeding finger. She knows what part of him she needs to kiss to fix this, thanks to his sleuthing. Is there a need to rush, though? If anyone deserves some rest, it's him. With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, she makes some effort to move him so his head's resting on a proper pillow, setting his flowers aside so they don't get damaged. Sorry, Princey, no more boobs or thighs for you. ]
Why can't you always look this way, huh? Learn to relax for once in your life!
[ It...really is nice to see him like this. She tugs her pillow over and lies down next to him, watching him rest. It's much more interesting than how he probably is in the garage. Staring at his vehicle form wouldn't be nearly as fun.
Sighing once more, she reaches out, brushing some hair out of his face. More than anything, she's dreamt of a moment like this. With the Player, yes, but he's a fine substitute. He always has been. Hell, she barely thinks of the Player when she's around him.
Her hand eases away with a frown. There's that uncomfortable feeling again, intermingling with the warmth of being with him. Now she's having her own crisis while lying with the sleeping beauty that's none the wiser. ]
I wonder if... [ She hesitates. Maybe it'd help to get these words out. Some routine cleaning of her memory or something. ] Would it have been better if you never came back? Then maybe you wouldn't have revived all these feelings I thought I had taken care of. Maybe I'd--
[ What she was going to say would get swallowed down. If she says it, it'll make it real. Her face turns into her pillow. She can't. She'll keep it inside. It's better that way, to suffer alone, just as she always has. ]
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Making a face down at him, she tries to shift him, but that only has him dropping down into her lap. She sighs deeply, holding her forehead. She's making this so much worse. Not that it matters. He conked out, just like she did. Which means this is a perfect opportunity to say what he deserves to not-hear. ]
Idiot.
[ Gently, she eases their hands apart, then brings his hand up to peer at it closely. The hand she was holding is fine, but when she looks at the other? Sure enough, the tiniest smudge of his glowing blood is there. She sighs harder. Sleeping Beauty? Roses? Just as she thought. This stupid resort!
Her gaze shifts down to her dozing Prince Grump, kissing his bleeding finger. She knows what part of him she needs to kiss to fix this, thanks to his sleuthing. Is there a need to rush, though? If anyone deserves some rest, it's him. With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, she makes some effort to move him so his head's resting on a proper pillow, setting his flowers aside so they don't get damaged. Sorry, Princey, no more boobs or thighs for you. ]
Why can't you always look this way, huh? Learn to relax for once in your life!
[ It...really is nice to see him like this. She tugs her pillow over and lies down next to him, watching him rest. It's much more interesting than how he probably is in the garage. Staring at his vehicle form wouldn't be nearly as fun.
Sighing once more, she reaches out, brushing some hair out of his face. More than anything, she's dreamt of a moment like this. With the Player, yes, but he's a fine substitute. He always has been. Hell, she barely thinks of the Player when she's around him.
Her hand eases away with a frown. There's that uncomfortable feeling again, intermingling with the warmth of being with him. Now she's having her own crisis while lying with the sleeping beauty that's none the wiser. ]
I wonder if... [ She hesitates. Maybe it'd help to get these words out. Some routine cleaning of her memory or something. ] Would it have been better if you never came back? Then maybe you wouldn't have revived all these feelings I thought I had taken care of. Maybe I'd--
[ What she was going to say would get swallowed down. If she says it, it'll make it real. Her face turns into her pillow. She can't. She'll keep it inside. It's better that way, to suffer alone, just as she always has. ]