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Yuri overclocks almost instantly when she realizes, after hearing something clatter in another room (Natsuki) and raising her head from her book (The Metamorphosis), that Monika is asleep, and furthermore that Monika is on top of her.
She is definitely overclocking because of the additional weight and heat added to her already somewhat inefficient processes, and not because this has not happened before ever and she has no reasonable protocol with which to deal with this. Well. Not exactly, she supposes, actually she does, but they’re untested and extrapolated and feel so much like a shot in the dark that she overclocks harder, and she shutters her optical receptors for a moment so she can allocate more to thinking.
Monika is asleep on top of her.
She remembers carrying Monika while she was asleep, before, but that doesn’t count for anything because Monika had started sleeping elsewhere and couldn’t exactly argue when Yuri picked her up, and because Yuri had then put her down in a correct place to be sleeping, and none of this was at all like deciding and choosing to fall asleep on Yuri. Maybe not exactly deciding. Maybe it was an accident, because Sayori has copied documents to Yuri that explain that occasionally very tired or very calm humans will fall asleep unintentionally; but this then means, because Monika was not any more tired than she usually is during this hour, that Monika was feeling exceptionally calm on Yuri. Near Yuri.
She fell asleep on Yuri because she wasn’t afraid or nervous or angry or annoyed or sad or any emotion along those negative lines, she fell asleep because she was calm; she was around Yuri, and she felt safe and calm enough to fall asleep.
On top of her. Touching her. Head burrowed softly in Yuri’s sweater-covered torso, breathing long and slow and quiet and clinging gently with one hand, fast asleep, and Yuri has no protocols and she tries to read again but her whirring refuses to slow down to normal and she is much too warm even then.
She puts the book on the table, reaches and places and doesn’t move any bit of her besides that arm and looks down at, Monika, sleepy Monika - what is she supposed to do with Monika? Should she carry her to the charging pad upstairs? Humans don’t charge, but they do like blankets - at least, Monika likes blankets, and Monika is the only human left in the entire world, so it is mostly Monika’s opinion that matters. Yuri considers this while she considers that her sweater has a similar texture to many blankets, and perhaps Monika is grasping her sweater as a surrogate blanket, and then Monika mumbles and presses her face further against Yuri and Yuri feels like she’s very close to overloading entirely.
She considers reasonably. She considers that Monika is sleepy because she’s unusually warm, and because she’s wearing something like a blanket, and because she’s making an awful lot of white noise, and because her hand is on the back of Monika’s head, no, she doesn’t remember that happening but when she closes and opens her optics and looks again, her hand is certainly moving gently against the back of Monika’s head, and Monika’s breathing is deep and even and the lightest smile is playing on the edge of her lips and that does a lot of things to Yuri’s processes that she cannot find human words to describe.
Yuri thinks this must be the proper protocol, laying still and touching her human’s head softly, and Monika naps contentedly for another hour and forty three minutes before blinking awake with a cute yawn and a drowsy smile for Yuri and so Yuri marks her assumption, internally, as absolutely perfectly fantastically incredibly correct.
Yuri has protocols for close sleeping Monika now, and every situation becomes far less overwhelming when she has a protocol.