Because it's a bedroom? [ Read: it's not like a throne room or anything that needs the space for dramatic effect. Violet meets violet (more so on his end with how his hair is an almost matching mess) until Subete closes his eye and Hikage just sighs, wanting to follow suit but too awake now to make an attempt.
There's too many things to focus on and not enough brainpower to go around, so he just settles for what's immediately there in front of him, literally. Looking elsewhere, focusing elsewhere just makes his head throb. He's not doing much better in the physiological department either; his limbs feel heavy and almost tender, so it'll take some effort for him to actually untangle himself here. And potential acknowledgement that he is tangled, which might be the higher hurdle actually. ]
I wouldn't have minded rain for once...but that's not my fault.
[The rest gets lost in him mumbling into his hair and the mattress, and it's some form of blessing that his fluffy bangs and the rest are pretty much shielding his face from both sunshine and sundry embarrassment, but his traitorous ears are definitely kind of red. Impossible to hide this close, really, and while he might have little experience with hangovers he still knows better than to bolt or move too quickly in any direction or in any way. He still hasn't taken a good enough look to figure out just how much escaping he'd need to do.
There's a brief shift that's just him wincing a little, but there's no way he's going back to sleep now. It's still tempting to keep hiding like some kind of sheepdog or ostrich forever, but that's not much more dignified... Also weighing pros and cons definitely isn't something he does especially well in situations like these even when his brain is firing on all cylinders. Speaking of the situation...
... sorting that out is another adventure and a half, and he is only going to bother with about half of it right now. Maybe not even one-third. There's so much but even through the storm of peeling memories off each other while failing at peeling himself off the bed there's some deeper parts of him that are oddly settled. Still too much to think about this early (late?). Instead:]
I don't think it's the rainy season. [in fact his throat is very dry now that they're talking about rain and huff] Better wake-up than last time, though.
[ Weren't going to what? He almost presses but then Subete shifts and Hikage is acutely more aware of just tangled they are. Wisely he chooses to keep his mouth shut and opts instead to free one of his arms so he can rustle his bangs to hide his own shades of red. That is a mistake and he groans, just about sinking on top of Subete all over again, but he catches himself just barely and half rolls to the side. That's progress, kind of. ]
...you said that last time too. [ Mumbled into the bed as he both gathers up energy to move again and tries to recover his poise. There's very little thinking involved here for both the same and completely different reasons than last night, which means no filter and so he adds: ]
[There's something soft and wry about it, even as he speaks indistinctly into the mattress and completely dispenses with most of the context. It's not necessarily that he's trying to hide, at least verbally -- physically it becomes moot soon enough because as established this close it's definitely difficult to hide anything, especially when the issue is still half-entangled with you and feels warmer and closer because you're refusing to open your eyes here. At least he feels lighter now that he's no longer an impromptu pillow, but--
He reaches up to try to rub his temples with the limb that's now been freed, more or less, and just manages to fail upward until he hits a literal pillow. There's some groping and shifting and grumbling as Subete does his best to retrieve the cushion and then smother himself with it. So mostly that's what his trailing off is all about; the other part is that somehow the renewed blessed darkness lets him at least finish that first thought.
All the same, he keeps mumbling into the pillow, peeking slightly out from under it once he's mastered most of his composure and let everything settle a little bit more.]
...oh, good then. [ That's not really the answer he was expecting but he'll accept it because it's winning. And maybe something else that's muffled by the bed, but it'll remain a secret between him and the sheets.
Speaking of the sheets and the general state of the bed plus tangle: that sure is a lot of shifting going on with the pillow wrangling that's being done. It does prompt Hikage to sit up to get a better look at what's going on, but it takes him a second or two to really take in what he's seeing given his grogginess and the pang of pain that comes from finally righting himself.
More than a few blinks later he suddenly laughs, bright, just like the night before. It's much shorter though because laughing isn't the best idea either right now, but his smile lingers. He shifts more himself, gathering up the runner he had semi cocooned around himself to throw over his head and shoulders. Their limbs are essentially free from each other at this point, but it might be made moot by the fact that Hikage dips down to invade the pillow cave (sanctuary?). He brought his own shade with him, so clearly this is fine? ]
[They're extremely good at this conversation thing given that both the sheets and the pillow have become literal third parties in this whole exchange, but they might be forgiven given the state of their heads and reduced mobility of all kinds -- including the inability to escape the bed or really to completely disentangle themselves in any way (but are they even trying that hard). There's a hint of a smile from Subete in his refuge -- it's gratifying enough to catch Hikage off guard that it's also fine if he said a little more than he meant to.
Granted it's shortlived because now there's a lot more jostling and noise, and he goes back to hiding under his pillow for a moment to let his headache rest. All the same it's good that it doesn't block out all sound, just muffles it a little, because he can indulge a little in the unexpected silliness of their morning and how the sounds (and sights) flow surprisingly smooth from last night despite any apprehensions.
So he's not watching for ambushes and there's a startled blink-blink when Hikage suddenly invades, but the smile and the weird runner-shade are met with an involuntary chuckle, quiet and careful in the semi-darkness, bright like Subete's eyes when he meets his gaze properly.]
I don't think you get to say boo anymore. We lost ghost status a while ago.
[... It was yesterday, but really yesterday -- yesterday morning, at least -- feels like a very long time ago now, though not in the bad way.]
Ah, that's right. Hm, then I'll just have to go with something else instead. [ Yeah, he's going for a kiss. Just one because hangovers really aren't fun, but the opportunity is there so he takes it. That's what this new life is supposed to be about, possibly. And maybe because it's his way of saying that he doesn't regret last night even if this wasn't where he expected to find himself this morning.
[Oh. Well then. This one he doesn't entirely see coming either but it's not as much of an ambush as suddenly having two people and drapery under one pillow, so it takes only a moment and a little hum (one must consider the novelty of kisses and kisses in the morning mixed together with the misfortune of morning breath and hangover-style contact, after all, even if it's really no contest at all) for Subete to kiss back, just as slow and lazy and unrepentant.
Words are overrated when just moving your jaw makes it feel like half the birds waking up outside are roosting in your skull, and while there's a whole bunch of things still waiting to be done or addressed outside their bubble it's still quiet and dark and unbroken enough for now (albeit only thanks to the fact that this bed has too many pillows) to go solely on impulse and instinct.
He doesn't pull away after but stays close for perhaps the same reasons, lips still curved.]
Good, I agree. [ It's easy enough to say that and it's important enough to say that. The smile on his face speaks for him too, mischievous with a soft edge.
He kinda wants to kiss Subete again, it's really really tempting actually, but this position isn't the most comfortable and he's too aware of other things now like wanting a shower and a fresh change of clothes. So he lets himself fall backwards onto the bed with a soft sigh, as surely this is progress still if they're no longer tangled up with each other. ]
Why do I feel like I need directions to the bathroom...that didn't come included in last night's read. There really are Mc Donald's everywhere here...
[Words still pale in comparison to everything else that just happened and has been happening since they awoke from actual miasma slumber. But coupled with the smile and the momentary closeness -- there's some mysterious and funny kind of alchemy happening there because somewhere between the aches and the ridiculous misuse of pillows and the real need for grooming he still feels almost as warm as he did last night and not at all like moving.
But the fact of the matter is that it seems much more done to pursue kisses after washing up despite all the steps in between, even with all intruding thoughts piling up at the edge of the single-pillow fort somehow, so he lets out a low sigh of his own when Hikage rolls away and gingerly starts to roll himself out from underneath the pillow as well.
There are so many regrets here related to the sudden re-existence of sunlight but Subete forces himself up on his elbows with a mumble of ouch and some more incoherent commentary on birds.]
Maybe there's a map on the bedside table... I didn't get a good look at the room-- [ah, he didn't, but he's getting a distinct peek at how this particular room has only one bed and just -- pausing for a moment] ... McDonald's?
[Sorry, his brain still needs a few more moments to reboot at this rate.]
[ That gets him to laugh again and his stomach is of course still sore, so he regrets it immediately; but really what other kind of reaction is he supposed to have to the real possibility of needing a map to navigate their hotel room? ]
Ahh if there really is one—I'll figure it out. [ There's a mumble here about not being used to some things, which is probably how they're both feeling right now. Nothing left to do but honor his word though, so he does finally manage to roll off the bed with a grunt. A half-stretch, half-rub at his head follows after. ]
Yeah the restaurant group, there's a couple around here. [ He's giving McDonald's way too much credit, but he's never been there. A pause as he closes his eyes while he sifts through the memories he got last night, but they pop open again almost immediately. ]
...they have hash browns? [ It doesn't really sound entirely like a question, but it does sound like he has entirely way too much stake in fried potatoes. ]
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There's too many things to focus on and not enough brainpower to go around, so he just settles for what's immediately there in front of him, literally. Looking elsewhere, focusing elsewhere just makes his head throb. He's not doing much better in the physiological department either; his limbs feel heavy and almost tender, so it'll take some effort for him to actually untangle himself here. And potential acknowledgement that he is tangled, which might be the higher hurdle actually. ]
I wouldn't have minded rain for once...but that's not my fault.
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[The rest gets lost in him mumbling into his hair and the mattress, and it's some form of blessing that his fluffy bangs and the rest are pretty much shielding his face from both sunshine and sundry embarrassment, but his traitorous ears are definitely kind of red. Impossible to hide this close, really, and while he might have little experience with hangovers he still knows better than to bolt or move too quickly in any direction or in any way. He still hasn't taken a good enough look to figure out just how much escaping he'd need to do.
There's a brief shift that's just him wincing a little, but there's no way he's going back to sleep now. It's still tempting to keep hiding like some kind of sheepdog or ostrich forever, but that's not much more dignified... Also weighing pros and cons definitely isn't something he does especially well in situations like these even when his brain is firing on all cylinders. Speaking of the situation...
... sorting that out is another adventure and a half, and he is only going to bother with about half of it right now. Maybe not even one-third. There's so much but even through the storm of peeling memories off each other while failing at peeling himself off the bed there's some deeper parts of him that are oddly settled. Still too much to think about this early (late?). Instead:]
I don't think it's the rainy season. [in fact his throat is very dry now that they're talking about rain and huff] Better wake-up than last time, though.
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...you said that last time too. [ Mumbled into the bed as he both gathers up energy to move again and tries to recover his poise. There's very little thinking involved here for both the same and completely different reasons than last night, which means no filter and so he adds: ]
Does that mean I keep getting better?
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[There's something soft and wry about it, even as he speaks indistinctly into the mattress and completely dispenses with most of the context. It's not necessarily that he's trying to hide, at least verbally -- physically it becomes moot soon enough because as established this close it's definitely difficult to hide anything, especially when the issue is still half-entangled with you and feels warmer and closer because you're refusing to open your eyes here. At least he feels lighter now that he's no longer an impromptu pillow, but--
He reaches up to try to rub his temples with the limb that's now been freed, more or less, and just manages to fail upward until he hits a literal pillow. There's some groping and shifting and grumbling as Subete does his best to retrieve the cushion and then smother himself with it. So mostly that's what his trailing off is all about; the other part is that somehow the renewed blessed darkness lets him at least finish that first thought.
All the same, he keeps mumbling into the pillow, peeking slightly out from under it once he's mastered most of his composure and let everything settle a little bit more.]
... Morning.
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Speaking of the sheets and the general state of the bed plus tangle: that sure is a lot of shifting going on with the pillow wrangling that's being done. It does prompt Hikage to sit up to get a better look at what's going on, but it takes him a second or two to really take in what he's seeing given his grogginess and the pang of pain that comes from finally righting himself.
More than a few blinks later he suddenly laughs, bright, just like the night before. It's much shorter though because laughing isn't the best idea either right now, but his smile lingers. He shifts more himself, gathering up the runner he had semi cocooned around himself to throw over his head and shoulders. Their limbs are essentially free from each other at this point, but it might be made moot by the fact that Hikage dips down to invade the pillow cave (sanctuary?). He brought his own shade with him, so clearly this is fine? ]
Good morning. Or should I say boo instead?
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Granted it's shortlived because now there's a lot more jostling and noise, and he goes back to hiding under his pillow for a moment to let his headache rest. All the same it's good that it doesn't block out all sound, just muffles it a little, because he can indulge a little in the unexpected silliness of their morning and how the sounds (and sights) flow surprisingly smooth from last night despite any apprehensions.
So he's not watching for ambushes and there's a startled blink-blink when Hikage suddenly invades, but the smile and the weird runner-shade are met with an involuntary chuckle, quiet and careful in the semi-darkness, bright like Subete's eyes when he meets his gaze properly.]
I don't think you get to say boo anymore. We lost ghost status a while ago.
[... It was yesterday, but really yesterday -- yesterday morning, at least -- feels like a very long time ago now, though not in the bad way.]
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Words are hard still and he's lazy. ]
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Words are overrated when just moving your jaw makes it feel like half the birds waking up outside are roosting in your skull, and while there's a whole bunch of things still waiting to be done or addressed outside their bubble it's still quiet and dark and unbroken enough for now (albeit only thanks to the fact that this bed has too many pillows) to go solely on impulse and instinct.
He doesn't pull away after but stays close for perhaps the same reasons, lips still curved.]
Ah. That's an improvement too.
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He kinda wants to kiss Subete again, it's really really tempting actually, but this position isn't the most comfortable and he's too aware of other things now like wanting a shower and a fresh change of clothes. So he lets himself fall backwards onto the bed with a soft sigh, as surely this is progress still if they're no longer tangled up with each other. ]
Why do I feel like I need directions to the bathroom...that didn't come included in last night's read. There really are Mc Donald's everywhere here...
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But the fact of the matter is that it seems much more done to pursue kisses after washing up despite all the steps in between, even with all intruding thoughts piling up at the edge of the single-pillow fort somehow, so he lets out a low sigh of his own when Hikage rolls away and gingerly starts to roll himself out from underneath the pillow as well.
There are so many regrets here related to the sudden re-existence of sunlight but Subete forces himself up on his elbows with a mumble of ouch and some more incoherent commentary on birds.]
Maybe there's a map on the bedside table... I didn't get a good look at the room-- [ah, he didn't, but he's getting a distinct peek at how this particular room has only one bed and just -- pausing for a moment] ... McDonald's?
[Sorry, his brain still needs a few more moments to reboot at this rate.]
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Ahh if there really is one—I'll figure it out. [ There's a mumble here about not being used to some things, which is probably how they're both feeling right now. Nothing left to do but honor his word though, so he does finally manage to roll off the bed with a grunt. A half-stretch, half-rub at his head follows after. ]
Yeah the restaurant group, there's a couple around here. [ He's giving McDonald's way too much credit, but he's never been there. A pause as he closes his eyes while he sifts through the memories he got last night, but they pop open again almost immediately. ]
...they have hash browns? [ It doesn't really sound entirely like a question, but it does sound like he has entirely way too much stake in fried potatoes. ]