502, Wednesday After Classes

[withoutverona]

Predictably enough, the gore in Titus Andronicus had left Romeo almost completely unable to sleep the night before.

However, he was young and he was resilient, and so he spent much of his free day making up for that deficiency. And if eventually he had company, and that company offered more pleasant diversions than mere sleep, what of it?

He snuggled closer to the girl, sleepily smiling and on the verge of drifting off again.

[OOC: Yurika modded with permission. Door closed.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"No more classes today," she agreed, shifting to trail sleepy kisses along his shoulder. "No more classes all week, and I like the weirdness the island came up with today."

[withoutverona]

"The beer?" he asked, raising his head just enough to eye a (full) can set on the bedside table. "I never want to turn down a free drink."

He wrapped his arms around her. "So there's no reason for us not to stay here, my darling."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She giggled as she snuggled in closer. "You're going to turn me into an absolute hedonist," she yawned. "A complete slug. I'm never getting out of this bed again."

[withoutverona]

"Perfect," he told her, voice mostly breath against her neck and ears. "It'll be our paradise."

He was almost gone then, and there was every chance he, in fact, would not leave the bed.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

After a sleepless night, two early classes, beer, and some 'pleasant diversions', Yurika was also almost gone, completely content to spend her afternoon in a tangle of limbs and blankets.

"Shiawase yo," she breathed, almost completely asleep. "Aishiteru."

[withoutverona]

One eye cracked open. Was his poor Japanese completely wrong or did she just say -

He was too drowsy and pleased to question it or worry about it, really. "I love you, too."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Even if he woke her now to ask, Yurika might not remember what she had said. Or at least, might not willingly admit to it.

She made a small kittenish-sound of contentment, breathing already evening out into sleep as she tried to wriggle a bit closer. Nice warm boy. She was definately a fan.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was a fan of the nice warm girl, too, especially when she wasn't criticizing his timing. And if he had questions about what she had just said, he could ask them at a time when he had the brain to deal with the answers.

Wisely, he used his mouth only to kiss her shoulder before dropping off himself. There was world enough and time to say all sorts of things. Later.