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[It's some wee hour of the morning when he drags his ass back in (looking like utter shit, but what's new?) Time frame's really for the best, though. If the halls had been anything other than completely deserted, a blood-covered behemoth making his way through them might not have been great for business.

Was this place even still running without her? He's not sure. Hasn't thought about that too much. He'll probably leave again when he wakes up, and he won't think about it then, either.

The mud follows his heels in, tracking five-toed prints all the way to his quarters. He sees his sheets rumpled and lumpy, just the way he'd left them, and he doesn't bother pulling them back. There's just a sound like someone crushing an orange as his body rids itself of all the extra fur and bulk, and seconds later he rolls into bed and onto his stomach with the listlessness of a man who'd like nothing more than to sleep for a hundred years.]

[Sounds alert her to the fact someone is in the room with her, rousing her and making her hold her breath a little as she tries to discern the noises. Was it Mugen? Was it someone prowling the Spa? It's easy to imagine after dying to a giant bug it might just be that.

Then suddenly there's weight on the bed and she breaks her silence quickly.]

AH NO!!

[In her attempt to escape, not only does she throw the blanket over Mugen, but she makes sure to get a bony elbow in there. She doesn't even think of biting and clawing with her new additions, however.

Alas, in her panicked state instead of fleeing she just ends up tangling her feet up in the blankets and slipping off the bed backwards, chest first until she's dangling half on and half off.]

[Dead tired and off his guard, his severely delayed reaction only serves to roll him up into an even tighter cat burrito, and he's muffled by two layers of fabric by the time he starts cursing. If someone had really wanted to murder him in his own bed tonight, they would've had an easy time of it.

First, he rears up, trying to shake the covers off faster, but then her elbow jabs him in the throat and it's all downhill from there. More sounds explode from within, utterly discombobulated notes of fury as he hacks and coughs.] YOU'RE DEAD!! [But that gets through loud and clear.]

[Finally pulling free, he can sense that the culprit is still nearby, mostly because of the legs and ass sticking in the air. Whoever's fucking with him, they're done for.

He lunges, yanking them up by the seat of their pants.

And freezes.]

[She doesn't recognize the voice right away considering he's hacking and coughing at the same time, trying to pull herself free from the blankets in a panic. Then her pants are grabbed and she screams as she's hauled back up, kicking her feet and bringing her fists around.]

No! Let go of m-MUGEN!

[At least she doesn't hit him like she was planning on to, every bit of urging to fight or flee gone as she catches sight of that stupid scruffy face.

Twisting herself around with some remnants of her catlike grace, she reaches out and sort of hop jumps at the same time to wrap her arms around him and bear him down to the bed again in an enthusiastic hug. She doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon.]

[And he doesn't once try to escape from her, so if she's some evil, soul-sucking spirit wearing a familiar face as a disguise, that's twice in one night he'd be done for. Another possibility concerns him more.]

The hell kind of dream am I havin' here... [His voice is hoarse from the last 30 seconds, and his sagging grey eyes go rolling around the room, checking it for anything that's floating, upside down, or the wrong color; half-expecting to look back and see stars where there should be a ceiling or roads where there should be walls; waiting for a burning ship to sail by and waves to crash at the foot of the bed.

Eventually he brings his hands to her sides, lightly feeling them out, testing their solidity.]

You've still got clothes on. [~~Proof of reality.~~]

Edited 2015-10-27 07:42 (UTC)

[Shaking her head to his question about dreams, she grips him tightly, head buried against his shoulder, fingers clutching at his back like a lifeline.]

No dream. I promise I'm real.

[As she feels his palms against her sides, she lifts her head a little to pull back and give him a little sobby laugh, her hands coming up to first wipe her wet eyes with the back of her wrist, then rub her hands along his scruffy cheeks and jaw to cup them. He looks so tired and run down.]

That's the lamest pick up line I've ever heard.

[She's teasing a little, so happy to see him she can't help to want to spread it. She begins to investigate him, running her fingers through short hair, noting the dirt and ... crusted blood.]

Are you all right?! How long was I gone?! What happened!

[He continues to stare up, confusion and disbelief confounding his ability to make any sudden movements. After all, all it took to send a dream spiraling off on a wildly different course was one stray thought. Might as well enjoy what he can of this pleasant departure from reality before she morphed into just another thug trying to stick a blade in his eye.

She can tell him she's real all she wants; she can only prove it by staying. If she's still here in the morning-- No, if she's still here a week from now, he just might buy it.]

Been weeks. [The question with the shortest explanation is the one he chooses to answer; or maybe he's just selfish enough that the first thing he wants her to know is how long he waited.] Blood's not mine, you can keep going...

[Weeks. She grimaces gently and listens as he says it's not his, her fingers smoothing over him to continue to make sure he's telling the truth. When she can't find anything that would cause the blood she relaxes a little, her hands going back up to his face to cup it and tug it down towards hers so she can rest their foreheads together.]

I'm sorry. [Her voice is trembling a little, small tears tracking from her eyes.] It shouldn't have happened. [If only she hadn't attempted to kill Steven.] But I'm back and it won't happen again, I won't disappear.

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