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[ Outside of, well, post-coital moments, it was really highly unlikely for Naima to fall asleep on Fenrir. She had better manners, and better self-preservation reflexes, than that. (She may like him quite a lot, yes, but she was no fool. Fenrir was and always would be dangerous.
She liked it that way.)
On the other hand, it was not her fault if she'd gone to broker / help with a peace treaty and had gotten hit with a sleeping spell and dropped into her apartment, where he was supposed to wait for her. The effect might be practically the same, but it was an entirely different situation.
Nothing to do with the other one.
Mostly. ]
She liked it that way.)
On the other hand, it was not her fault if she'd gone to broker / help with a peace treaty and had gotten hit with a sleeping spell and dropped into her apartment, where he was supposed to wait for her. The effect might be practically the same, but it was an entirely different situation.
Nothing to do with the other one.
Mostly. ]
[He wouldn't mind being a pillow. He would apologize for using someone else as a pillow though.]
[This was one hell of a day for Shoji, and it is one of those days where one's luck is just in the gutter. He had to do extra work today to make up for his absences, got berated by the principal for his usual trouble-making ways, and his club decided it was a good idea to get some extra hours in for practice. Not to mention his club adviser had the gall to violate his eyes with the sight of socks and sandals. So he's pretty bummed out. But all of that are minor compared to what really grinds his gears at the moment. Whenever he takes the train home, he always sees that pretty girl who goes to his neighboring school. Besides being beautiful in his eyes, she looked aloof and mysterious. Seeing her just makes him feel all the hard work from the day is just worth it. So, at this ungodly hour he knows he isn't going to get that chance.
Shoji drones through the desolate train station, he could have sworn his loud yawn echoed as he scans his smartphone on the turnstile. He could be hearing it wrong, though. He has his headphones on. The next minutes went like he expected: barren train platform and equally empty train cars. It looks like even the salarymen got home before even he did, which is saying a lot. Shoji closes his eyes once he got on a seat, placing his head against the window and let his thoughts sync with his music. He already feels himself getting pulled into his dreams, until something snapped him out of his reverie. There was a weight on his shoulder.
Naturally he forces his eyes open to look at what caused it, and saw a girl in uniform. With purple hair... and oh no. It's that girl he's crushing on! All of a sudden, his weariness took a backseat and Shoji's feeling his heart race. What's he going to do? Why is she here of all times? Is this real life? Well he's got to say something, but he can't even think right or speak since his jaw dropped to the floor]
Uhm, excuse me. Ahem. Hey.
[Shoji spoke softly before clearing his throat and speaking at a normal volume. He nudged the shoulder she was using has a pillow to wake her up. He didn't really want to disturb her peaceful looking rest but he's gotta get home. And he wants to talk and get to know her]
Shoji drones through the desolate train station, he could have sworn his loud yawn echoed as he scans his smartphone on the turnstile. He could be hearing it wrong, though. He has his headphones on. The next minutes went like he expected: barren train platform and equally empty train cars. It looks like even the salarymen got home before even he did, which is saying a lot. Shoji closes his eyes once he got on a seat, placing his head against the window and let his thoughts sync with his music. He already feels himself getting pulled into his dreams, until something snapped him out of his reverie. There was a weight on his shoulder.
Naturally he forces his eyes open to look at what caused it, and saw a girl in uniform. With purple hair... and oh no. It's that girl he's crushing on! All of a sudden, his weariness took a backseat and Shoji's feeling his heart race. What's he going to do? Why is she here of all times? Is this real life? Well he's got to say something, but he can't even think right or speak since his jaw dropped to the floor]
Uhm, excuse me. Ahem. Hey.
[Shoji spoke softly before clearing his throat and speaking at a normal volume. He nudged the shoulder she was using has a pillow to wake her up. He didn't really want to disturb her peaceful looking rest but he's gotta get home. And he wants to talk and get to know her]
Edited 2015-10-25 03:51 (UTC)
(ooc: She's more the type to offer herself as a pillow to whoever happens to be by her side at the time. Of course she won't reject a comfy pillow neither.)
[This could go either way-- though Yamamoto wouldn't mind being someone's pillow. That's just what good people do.]
{Hayato doesn't mean to nod off. Honestly he doesn't, but between the recovery of his injuries from the storm battle, the part time job which pays his rent, and late night study sessions trying to meet Reborn's standards to get the Tenth through exams...
He's exhausted.
So, when Yamamoto lures him over for even more studying with the promise of free sushi, he goes and does his best to control his temper a little bit when Yamamoto doesn't pick things up quickly. He has fully reserved the right to yell when the baseball idiot just isn't paying attention.
Only, as he waits for the other teenager to complete a problem set his eyes get heavy and he slump, completely asleep. Gravity takes its toll and he falls sideways, his head knocking into Yamamoto's shoulder and staying there.}
He's exhausted.
So, when Yamamoto lures him over for even more studying with the promise of free sushi, he goes and does his best to control his temper a little bit when Yamamoto doesn't pick things up quickly. He has fully reserved the right to yell when the baseball idiot just isn't paying attention.
Only, as he waits for the other teenager to complete a problem set his eyes get heavy and he slump, completely asleep. Gravity takes its toll and he falls sideways, his head knocking into Yamamoto's shoulder and staying there.}
[Shaw hopes Root doesn't try to read between the lines for any sort of deeper meaning here. Sleep's a biological imperative after all. It's only to be expected that she's exhausted after dealing with impending doom and never ending numbers that send her running all over New York.
The other woman's shoulder just happens to be the right height to lean her head against as she shuts her eyes for a precious few minutes. As per usual, Sam's mouth is turned down. Even in sleep Shaw scowls at the world.]
The other woman's shoulder just happens to be the right height to lean her head against as she shuts her eyes for a precious few minutes. As per usual, Sam's mouth is turned down. Even in sleep Shaw scowls at the world.]
[ You bet he'll be embarrassed, no matter if he's the one sleeping one someone else, or the one being the pillow. ]
[F/M if shipping. Sleeper or the pillow.]
Edited 2015-10-23 22:41 (UTC)
[The day of celebration was a long enough day for Padmé herself, that by the end of it, she wasn't surprised that Leia had started to fall behind. It was a sentiment that Padmé shared as it had been busy with sights and sounds, but being on one's feet from morning to now, the night, wasn't always the easiest thing to do. Years of practice had made it common place for her, but Padmé was older than her daughter.
The fireworks had finished a short time ago, and the band had played again, a soft melodic song which had wrapped up the festivities. Over now, at least for this year, it meant that it was time to start to head home, although Padmé knew the crowds would make the going slow. Turning to her daughter, she moved to brush a hand gently across her forehead, before leaning down, fully intending to lift her daughter up. It was true that soon enough Leia would be too much for Padmé, but she knew that that day hadn't come yet.] Hey sleepy head...
The fireworks had finished a short time ago, and the band had played again, a soft melodic song which had wrapped up the festivities. Over now, at least for this year, it meant that it was time to start to head home, although Padmé knew the crowds would make the going slow. Turning to her daughter, she moved to brush a hand gently across her forehead, before leaning down, fully intending to lift her daughter up. It was true that soon enough Leia would be too much for Padmé, but she knew that that day hadn't come yet.] Hey sleepy head...
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