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 Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:35 pm
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She took her time to clean up the bathroom where she had been sick the night before, fighting through a headache the entire time. That finished, she proceded to go ahead and shower in the guest bath, as Yuri had clearly chosen to stay out of the guest room or leave. If he had crashed on the couch, she wouldn't want to disturb him.
However, she was quick to realize that she had forgotten to grab clothing for herself and sighed heavily, her cheeks blood red and her head still pounding despite the warmth of the shower. At least the rest of her was feeling a little better... and she and the bathroom were clean...
Mortified to be doing so, the girl wrapped herself up in the biggest towel she could find, and after brushing her hair in the guest room, she padded through the house, trying to be as quiet as possible as she slipped into her bedroom--confused, as Yuri hadn't been found on the couch; maybe he had left-- in search of something to sleep the day away in.
She paused in her doorway however, staring at the sight in front of her.
"...."
Feigning confidence, as if she hadn't seen him at all, she strode to her walk in closet and grabbed what she needed before closing the door behind her to change.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:52 pm
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When she reemerged and realized he had fallen asleep, she sighed in relief, but frowned when she actually took the time to look at the state of her bed. "Really...?" she whispered, though she grinned somewhat fondly. Just like him, she thought, and while she might have had half a mind to wake him and fight for at least one pillow, she hardly felt like initiating such a struggle, and instead went to retrieve her blanket off of the couch.
When she returned, she tucked herself into a small space next to the man, though she was sure to give him plenty of room.
However, overtime, he would find her gravitating toward him in her sleep, just like the cuddler she had claimed to be.
Afterall, he had stolen the pillows she was used to curling around.
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