Rocket groaned in response to her body being shifted closer to the middle of the bed by Kreska joining her in it. The mechanic wasn't exactly a light sleeper. She usually passed out where she happened to be sitting because of long days that started early, and whatever weird chemicals she'd inhaled in the garage so, it took her longer than it should have for her to notice that there was something in her bed.
She rolled off of her back and onto her good arm, the other one was understandably too uncomfortable to sleep on. She slid her legs across mostly tangled sheets in an attempt find a cool spot in the fabric, but instead she found cold feet and an excess of limbs.
A strangled noise of surprise may have sounded in her throat when her mostly sleeping brain realized what had happened. She rolled away from the mystery figure and slapped her hand onto the lamp to make it flare to life, light washing the room in harsh, yellow fluorescence. She sat up and tossed back the blankets to find a familiar, half-naked Jobari in her bed.
"Kreska, what th'fuck," she said. She sounded remarkably relieved beneath a tone heavy with sleep. She rubbed her fleshed hand over her eyes to bring her vision into proper focus, reaching to shake Kreska's shoulder gently with other. Her attention was slowly becoming more alert and eventually the smell of alcohol hit her. And shortly afterwards an entirely different kind of panic. "Gawd, yer fuckin' shitfaced ain'tchu?"
A barely-clothed, mostly drunk, and very cute Jobari in her bed was the last thing that she was properly equipped to handle. No, no, no. This was bad. Rocket pulled her knees to her chest, as if Kreska's tiny form was threatening to take over of the bed. She used both hands to push blonde dreadlocks away from her face, before she looked away from Kreska. It didn't take her long to look back. Rocket reached over and pulled the blankets back over her.
She was screaming on the inside. Her brain was literally nothing but loud, incomprehensible sounds of terror.
She rolled off of her back and onto her good arm, the other one was understandably too uncomfortable to sleep on. She slid her legs across mostly tangled sheets in an attempt find a cool spot in the fabric, but instead she found cold feet and an excess of limbs.
A strangled noise of surprise may have sounded in her throat when her mostly sleeping brain realized what had happened. She rolled away from the mystery figure and slapped her hand onto the lamp to make it flare to life, light washing the room in harsh, yellow fluorescence. She sat up and tossed back the blankets to find a familiar, half-naked Jobari in her bed.
"Kreska, what th'fuck," she said. She sounded remarkably relieved beneath a tone heavy with sleep. She rubbed her fleshed hand over her eyes to bring her vision into proper focus, reaching to shake Kreska's shoulder gently with other. Her attention was slowly becoming more alert and eventually the smell of alcohol hit her. And shortly afterwards an entirely different kind of panic. "Gawd, yer fuckin' shitfaced ain'tchu?"
A barely-clothed, mostly drunk, and very cute Jobari in her bed was the last thing that she was properly equipped to handle. No, no, no. This was bad. Rocket pulled her knees to her chest, as if Kreska's tiny form was threatening to take over of the bed. She used both hands to push blonde dreadlocks away from her face, before she looked away from Kreska. It didn't take her long to look back. Rocket reached over and pulled the blankets back over her.
She was screaming on the inside. Her brain was literally nothing but loud, incomprehensible sounds of terror.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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