"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[ Friendship is sure making this hard-- but as his arms tighten, Yang actually relaxes against him. It's fine like this, she thinks. Aware of him or not, Naoki's the one who'd called her, and curling up like this is fine. ]
...So go ahead? [Naoki sounds like he's smiling saying that.
In a gesture reminiscent of when she was sick, he starts to stroke his hand over her hair. His fingers, combing through it leisurely, her hair bright against the dark tattoos of his fingers. Actually, if he does this, he finds it easy to let his focus drift.]
[ There's a disgruntled mutter, because she was supposed to be helping him sleep, but apparently his fingers in her hair feel just as good as they had when she was sick and the muttering subsides fairly quickly.
Within a few minutes, he'll feel her slump completely against him.
[Naoki smiles wider at the disgruntled mutter (she's so cute when she's disgruntled) and shifts to accommodate her. When her emotions settle down and when her weight rests more on him, he exhales a sigh of relief, his fingers still combing gently through her hair.
He's tempted to do something stupid or cliche like kiss her hair or the crown of her head.
--but that's a bit too cliche. He bets people sleeping through that only happens in manga anyway, he knows he'd wake up. So he keeps stroking and leans his head lightly against her shoulder again, closing his eyes. He'll just open himself up to the sense and the indistinct emotions of her sleeping and let that lull him.]
[Of course he sleeps-- in time, and undoubtedly a bit longer after Yang, but he sags against her, their bodies supporting each other. They might end up sleeping a little longer than an hour, though...]
But, no, Naoki may get a small crick in his neck from the angle he's fallen asleep in after a while, stir with a groggy mutter, tipping his head from side to side to try to work it out.]
[Naoki blinks drowsily at her, thinking for a second that he's still asleep, that's why Yang's here... dreaming for sure... and then he remembers. Looking over her head, he looks to his CereVice, peering at the clock in the dimness of his living room.
--way longer than an hour. It's almost four.] Hey... [He brushes his fingers against her cheek (whoops, that was an accident, hopefully she's still fast asleep) before bringing it down to her shoulder, shaking gently.] Wake up, Yang.
Nngh... [ it's more of a sound than an actual word of protest, and her head tilts to one side before she scrunches up her nose and slowly opens her eyes to look at him.
Yeah. Sorry to wake you up... [It feels like such a shame to wake her up. Especially when she looks so bleary. He wants to touch her cheek again and brush her hair from her face but no we're just going to put a damper on that, lock that thought up and toss it away.
When he's groggy, he thinks of all kinds of dumb things he shouldn't be doing.]
I'm fiiiine... y'should go back to sleep. [ mostly coherent mumble, to her credit, except she's saying this into his skin. He's nice and warm and glow-y, which kind of makes her eyes hurt right now, so she'll shut them again. ]
Mm-mm. I'm insisting. [Naoki looks up at the ceiling, blushing a bit as he rubs his hand against her back, like the friction and the warmth will help her wake up faster.]
Not that I'm against you sleeping over, but we might have to save it for another time. [She probably didn't get a chance to tell anyone where she was going, right? He pats her back again and moves to shift back.]
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I'm calm? [He says that but haha don't touch his chest 'cause his heart's hammering. He adds, playful:] I'm just enjoying some biting-free relaxing.
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[ WITH A SIGH because gosh Naoki, you're being difficult-- ]
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[He's trying to sound worldly, but tightens his arms around her slightly, his hand rubbing absently against her back.]
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At this rate, I'm gonna crash before you do.
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In a gesture reminiscent of when she was sick, he starts to stroke his hand over her hair. His fingers, combing through it leisurely, her hair bright against the dark tattoos of his fingers. Actually, if he does this, he finds it easy to let his focus drift.]
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Within a few minutes, he'll feel her slump completely against him.
Yeah, she was super sleepy anyway, don't judge. ]
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He's tempted to do something stupid or cliche like kiss her hair or the crown of her head.
--but that's a bit too cliche. He bets people sleeping through that only happens in manga anyway, he knows he'd wake up. So he keeps stroking and leans his head lightly against her shoulder again, closing his eyes. He'll just open himself up to the sense and the indistinct emotions of her sleeping and let that lull him.]
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But, no, Naoki may get a small crick in his neck from the angle he's fallen asleep in after a while, stir with a groggy mutter, tipping his head from side to side to try to work it out.]
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--way longer than an hour. It's almost four.] Hey... [He brushes his fingers against her cheek (whoops, that was an accident, hopefully she's still fast asleep) before bringing it down to her shoulder, shaking gently.] Wake up, Yang.
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Blearily. Super blearily. ]
Naoki...?
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When he's groggy, he thinks of all kinds of dumb things he shouldn't be doing.]
But it's been more than an hour.
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[ She's already kind of listing to the side again oops. She's better keeping watch, but when there's nothing to watch out for... ]
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Yeah... it's almost four. I'll walk you back. [Because he's waking up a little faster than she is and he couldn't not see her back??]
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...Think you'll be able to walk back?
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[ But the warmth's only making her sleepier, Naoki, you're not making her want to move! ]
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...Ya--aaang? Did you hear me? [he asks, right into her ear as he pauses. He pats at her back a bit.] It feels like you're falling back asleep.
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[ SHE SURE DID JUST ADMIT THAT. Don't laugh at her when she barely remembers this later, okay? ]
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Not that I'm against you sleeping over, but we might have to save it for another time. [She probably didn't get a chance to tell anyone where she was going, right? He pats her back again and moves to shift back.]
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[ Don't whine, Yang. Be a big girl and go home. ]
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I know. But your own bed'll be warm once you get into it. [He slides his legs off of the couch.]
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