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A numb pain hits Quixote’s side of her head, all senses and nerves of her fired up in discomfort and aching squeezes. She slowly opens her eyes, to find it’s morning. It’s not very usual that she sleeps, so it’s normal that whenever she actually does rest; it immediately backfires.
A slow grumble comes out of the Bloodfiend, before forcing herself to calm down. Her gaze finally recovers from that sharp blurriness, and oh! It’s Ryoshu who is right beneath her, carrying Quixote’s weight. Their limbs are all tangled and they’re both so close.
She notices that Ryoshu’s eyes aren’t closed, so she too is awake. In her free hand, which is not the one grabbing Quixote’s back, lays a cigarette. She seems a bit tired, but more composed than Quixote- she must have been awake way before.
“Ah… Don Quixote. G.M.” The swordswoman mutters, and Quixote lets out a small giggle. Suddenly, memories of last night come and she feels giddy. The knight buries herself further into the other woman’s chest, as the girl ruffles her hair and chuckles in response.
“Mine lady… pray tell, hath thou slept well?” Quixote perks up from her place, looking up expectantly. Ryoshu tilts her head, seemingly thinking for a bit before replying. “Yeah. Better than H.I.N.S. You?” After answering, Ryoshu reflects on the question.
Quixote figures that she shouldn’t lie. Both of them now know her nature, even if she’d rather not. “Well, er… I must admit that I do not sleep. Whenever I do, it feels quite strange and leaves mine state completely ruined.” The knight shrugs and Ryoshu takes a puff of her cigarette.
“Can’t avoid that. M.B.” The other woman sighs, her hand absent-mindedly circling Quixote’s back in small patterns and she lets out a small happy hum.