[ she let out a sigh. ] You're the one with the blanket.
[ Yin sets the bowl down on the floor first. then she reaches her left arm down around Vera's back while the other moves across the pull the covers in tighter. ]
[She squirms, shifting her weight until her head is under Yin's chin, against her collarbone. It's not really the same. The smell is different, the feeling is different, but that warmth is there. That might be what she's missed the most over these last couple of weeks. Arms wrap tight around the taller girl's torso, and the heiress finally starts to close her eyes.]
Hey, I'm not — [ the objection is kind of moot. being supportive is one thing, but Yin is no one's pillow! not unless they're family (or basically family) anyway...
she sighs and just shifts a bit to make herself more comfortable. later she'll grumble and wonder how the hell she got roped into this in the first place. right now? the show's not over yet and things could be less comfortable in the long run. ] Don't expect me to carry your skinny ass to bed.
[Sorry Yin, but the cozy heiress has already started to drift off, nestled against the crook of your neck. Her breathing slows, and her grip loosens as sleep finally begins to take her.]
[ that's just swell. guess they'll both just have to wake up in the morning on the couch with cricks in their necks at this rate. but not if Yin can manage to sneak out in the morning first. ]
[She'll have a rather difficult time getting out from under the girl. Thankfully she's tiny enough to move, but she's not so heavy a sleeper as to not notice her pillow is gone.]
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[ Yin sets the bowl down on the floor first. then she reaches her left arm down around Vera's back while the other moves across the pull the covers in tighter. ]
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[She squirms, shifting her weight until her head is under Yin's chin, against her collarbone. It's not really the same. The smell is different, the feeling is different, but that warmth is there. That might be what she's missed the most over these last couple of weeks. Arms wrap tight around the taller girl's torso, and the heiress finally starts to close her eyes.]
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she sighs and just shifts a bit to make herself more comfortable. later she'll grumble and wonder how the hell she got roped into this in the first place. right now? the show's not over yet and things could be less comfortable in the long run. ] Don't expect me to carry your skinny ass to bed.
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