The Worst Sleepover Ever

[sailorgenerous]

Who: What's left of Defying Atmosphere plus Sans
What: It's not easy to sleep after what's happened, is it.
When: The night of February 3rd
Where: Virgo Penthouse
Warnings: Talk of torture, brainwashing, the aftereffects of the above...you know, all that fun stuff.

It's been anything but a quiet day. Still, it's evening, and hopefully that means that everyone can finally get some rest.

Except, for one reason or another, nobody seems to be able to sleep.

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[panspermia]

There's a pause, before Greg makes a tiny little noise. That's right, it's a laugh.

"Come at me any way you want." He pulls his hair around so it drapes over one shoulder. "Sorry. I don't think I've combed all week."

[nibelungvalesti]

"I can tell." A few hairs clinging to her lips, she stepped around him and swatted them aside as she did. Then she re-engaged the hug, from the front this time. "There, this is better."

[panspermia]

He gladly returns the embrace. The numbness clouding his mind lifts in seeing her face. "Much better," he agrees. "How are you feeling?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"Flat," she said, after a moment of consideration. "I am not one for emotional displays or great extremes of affect, but even I am growing tired of this pervasive lethargy."

[panspermia]

Greg doesn't say anything for a moment. As depressing as things had been when it was just the two of them, today felt worse than all those weeks combined. He briefly pulls a hand away from her to rub at an eye. "I wish we could get away from all this, for once."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Hmm... perhaps we should. Why do we not go out, just the two of us, tomorrow? It is not actually solving anything, but if we can put our worries aside and enjoy each other's company, then even that short time will help us."

[panspermia]

Greg buries his face in her hair this time, voice muffled through it. "Oh god. Can we please. That sounds... I need that." He's so tired.

[nibelungvalesti]

Her hair, at least, was not the mane his was. "Absolutely. Yes. Tomorrow?"

[panspermia]

"Mmhmm." He definitely doesn't mind having his face in it. Maybe he's just too big a mess to think about the hair getting everywhere. Or perhaps he's more used to it. "Can I braid your hair?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"Certainly." She leaned back, the better so they could walk over to a couch without disentangling themselves too much.