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[soul_sister]

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((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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action. // backdated to morning of the 11th, after apartment disaster

[overclocking]

[So, your kitchen gets blown up. Whatever, take it in stride, right?

Naturally, this means mopping, sweeping, dusting, shoveling rubble, and bitching at each other late into the night. At some point—perhaps more early morning than late night—the duo missed their bedrooms altogether and collapsed in a pile on the couch, utterly exhausted and still covered in ash.

It's why they find themselves in that same position (propped up against each other, Chrono with a feather duster still in his hand, Rosette sprawled in a very unladylike manner) the next morning.]

---er apartment disaster

[soul_sister]

[There is a sort of bone deep exhaustion that follows that much work, leading to mercifully dreamless sleep. As it was, they might have missed the dawn or the hours after if not for a single, fateful event: Rosette, mistaking Chrono for her pillow, sleepily drags him under her and hugs him tightly.

Very tightly.]

i bet you think you're hilarious

[overclocking]

[You know those dreams, where you're being slowly strangled by an anaconda and you wake up to blessed relief?

He was having one of those dreams.

Except when he awakens, the anaconda is still there.

He flails his arms a bit, making a muffled protesting noise.]

Accept my love

[soul_sister]

[The anaconda murmurs something sleepily about a smorgasbord and rubs her face against his side.]

this isn't what i ordered send it back

[overclocking]

[Drastic measures are required to maintain important bodily functions. Like breathing.

SMACKS HER IN THE FACE WITH THE FEATHER DUSTER.]

You can't have any pudding until you finish your meat

[soul_sister]

[The terrible chokehold loosens as she draws back, face screwed up in a mask of sleepy confusion and something else.]

[soul_sister]

[The following sneeze actually knocks her off of the couch.]

[overclocking]

[He barnacles himself to the couch in order to keep from being blown off with her.

And then just.

Watches her bounce across the floor. He almost feels bad.]

—Good morning.

[soul_sister]

[The first sound out of her mouth wasn't intelligible. On the plus side, it wasn't angry so much as very confused.]

Whazzat? Huh?




Is it morning?

[overclocking]

[He slipped the feather duster behind himself when she wasn't looking.

Smooth criminal.]

Looks like!

[soul_sister]

[There's a terrible, sluggish urge to crawl back up onto the couch and sleep again. She squints at the clock and the urge redoubles its efforts, adding a warm sluggishness to her muscles and the terrible awareness that her eyes are gummy.

Then why is she fighting it?]

There was something to do today...

[overclocking]

[Brightly! Downright chipper, even.]

Yes, more cleaning! [He brandishes A FEATHER DUST holy shit where did he even get that who knows.] We should get started on that right away, in fact!

[soul_sister]

[She recoils as if it was a snake.]

EH! Wait! ... It's....

[Rosette fishes desperately in her mind, seeking out something, anything to delay this for just a few minutes more.]

You're bandages! We need to change them.

[overclocking]

[—GODAMMIT.]

No need for that! I'll take care of it, you should go shower and change.

[A beat.]

You smell.

[soul_sister]

[There's a moment of offense where you can see her riling herself up for an epic comeback.]

Yeah!? Well so do you!

[overclocking]

[With equal brilliance;]

But you smell more.

Just go! We don't have all day!

[soul_sister]

You first!

There's no point in changing them if you're going to shower right after.

[overclocking]

[There is a very distinct sinking feeling that precedes defeat. His only hope is that, if he takes long enough, she'll pass out again.]

... Fine.

Wait here.

[soul_sister]

[Almost as if to give Chrono hope, she picks herself up, dusts off some of the ash, and flops back onto the cushions.]

Don't take too long.

[overclocking]

[He waves a hand dismissively and turns the corner into the bathroom.

He takes twenty-five entirely unnecessary minutes.

At length, hair still loose and dripping upon a dusty floor, he cracks the door to the bathroom and peers around it, cautiously, checking the status of her consciousness.]

[soul_sister]

[For a wonder, she seems to be dozing lightly, propped against the arm of the couch. In front of her on the table, a fresh set of wrapping are laid out, ointments and gels next to them.

And in her lap, is a hair brush.]

[overclocking]

[... Damn. This is a vexing dilemma between deredere and but no.

He sighs, deeply and honestly, and plops the towel on his head (a futile effort, all in all) before proceeding from the bathroom.]

[soul_sister]

[It's those last few steps towards her that she stirs, eyes opening with a wide yawn.]

Mmm the-[And another yawn interrupts.]-re you are.

[overclocking]

[He deposits himself on the floor in front of the couch, the picture of defeat.]

You could've used that time to sleep properly, you know.

[soul_sister]

You'd just be extra mean waking me up.

[There isn't a lot of accusation in her voice at all, possibly cancelled out by the sleepy tone. Her hands are clean -scrubbed up to the elbows where her sleeves are pinned- as she gathers up the length of his hair, gently sorting through it.]