[ Five minutes isn't nearly enough for her self-inflicted ailment to sort itself out, but plenty to come to terms with the idea of being awake, as miserable as she feels. Mayou shrugs off the covers until she can blink at him with the faintest air of offense – not that he's done a damn thing wrong (lbr here he's handling this whole ridiculous situation with an admirable degree of grace) so she'll just have to content herself with a moody huff for now. ]
Mayou.
[ A yawn punctuates the brusque introduction, muffled with the back of her hand. ]
no subject
Mayou.
[ A yawn punctuates the brusque introduction, muffled with the back of her hand. ]
My name. It's Mayou. And you are...?