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!

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[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.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Heh. [buries himself in the covers yaaaay bed] Works for me.