Tokyo, Saturday Morning

Romeo was not precisely alarmed when he woke up, stretched out an arm for a lazy caress, and was rewarded with only an armful of sheets where his girlfriend should be. Sometimes she woke up early; sometimes she got called into work on weekends. Either way, it meant only that he'd have to get out of bed to figure things out.

The mound of pillows in the living room, however, was a bit of a surprise, and Romeo stood there blinking at it for a long moment.

"Dearest?"

( He didn't find exactly who he was expecting... )

[OOC: Open for phone calls, texts, random visits, etc.]