fifty-nine

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt!

No matter. She'll just fill a small cup in the faucet, take her drink, and then wander back toward the bed.

Obviously Jun is fast asleep, and she'll do her best not to wake her. She will, however, crawl into bed very carefully, and wrap her arms around the sleeping form, cuddling close.

...

Her eyes pop open. That... is not Jun. She quickly pulls herself out from the bed and shrieks loudly, ripping the covers off the bed. The journal captures that shriek and her high-pitched shrilling.]

GET OUT OF MY BED!

Comments

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not my room, it's not your room, and I'm pretty sure I don't sleep walk or anything. The castle's got to be doing something.

This'd be one really random loss, though.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She's reaching for her robe--where is her robe? Fine, she'll settle for the pile of blankets at her feet, pulling them up and over herself. It looks like they know as much as the other does.]

Well. If we're going on a loss together, and I can't see why, what's your name?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

-- It's Lloyd. Lloyd Irving.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She's seen that name somewhere...]

Oh! You're the neighbor across the hall. I'm Delysia Lafosse. I live with Jun. You two are friends, aren't you?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we are. [can't figure out if that makes it more or less awkward.] ... I think I've seen you around a couple times.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

Well. I suppose I am quite a figure around the castle. And I'm a singer at Caritas, too. [tilts her head] Though I can't quite tell if you're old enough to set foot inside a bar.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

I could go if I wanted! [Only because he doesn't actually know how old he's supposed to be.] I just don't. The stuff they serve in those places is gross.

[... he's only ever been to the Deathmatch.]

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Giggles, because if he thinks the alcohol they serve in bars is "gross," he's probably not old enough to be in one. But she won't say anything!]

I wonder how long we'll be stuck this way... Or if it's happened to anyone else. [Someone could be cuddling her girlfriend right now! D:]

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

... No offense, but whatever it is, I really hope it's over soon.

[THERE IS KIND OF ONLY ONE BED.]

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, the bed thing. Delysia hasn't forgotten about that.]

In the meantime, we should probably sort out... sleeping arrangements.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

-- Uh, right.

[There's an AWKWARD PAUSE while he debates with himself. IT'S A COMFY BED, OKAY.]

I can... sleep on the floor or something if you want me to. I guess.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want to share, but now she feels bad!]

I suppose we could share it, but you would have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[He holds his hands up defensively.]

Yeah, yeah. I promise.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

Okay. But remember! Keep to your own side. I mean, surely this bed it big enough for two if we were sleeping comfortably before.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure! I can do that, no problem.

[YOU JUST MADE A TEENAGER'S DAY, DELYSIA.]

Lloyd

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[OH REALLY?]

Take care of her, okay?

Jun

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[-- OH RITE JOURNAL.]

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

Lloyd

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[she wonders if that suggestive tone of hers is going to work wonders...]

I'm sure it will be.

Jun

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[... no. implicit anything is like talking to a brick.]

It will! I'll make sure.

Lloyd

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[don't worry; she'll still be laughing to herself regardless.]

Good boy. Have fun.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Delysia is too busy settling into the covers, once she moves them back onto the bed, that is, to even notice Lloyd leaning over the journal. A girl needs her beauty sleep, after all! And she keeps to her own side just as promised. No more accidental cuddling!]

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[A++ WE WILL GET ALONG JUST FINE. ... probably.]

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She settles herself into the covers and speaks over her shoulder.]

Good night, Lloyd.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

'Night. And... thanks. For not making me sleep on the floor, I mean.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[smiles to herself]

I just know I wouldn't want to sleep on the floor, so you shouldn't have to, either.