Yurika stirred slightly, trying to curl closer to the source of warmth she'd been happily curled up with. She was having a nice dream, and didn't feel like getting up yet.

Eventually, however, consciousness began to intrude, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Ohaiyo," she sighed, still not-exactly awake enough to process anything beyond 'bed', 'warm', and 'Romeo', let alone remember why she might not want to be there.