♥ oh be your own strength

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There is a gigantic four post bed on the Plane. Wrapped in its supple crimson sheets is none but Sirkka herself. Shirt? Who needs a shirt? A lacy purple bra is just fine, and no one knows what else she's wearing since the rest of her is hidden. She doesn't seem inclined to get dressed even though she has tea in her hand and bowl of fruit resting on a small table beside her.

She yawns, evidently more interested in staring up at the curtain than... you know. Putting on clothes.]

Ugh. Why does it have to be four in the afternoon?

[She rubs at her eyes.]

I have a lecture in half an hour. Thank God for the Plane.

[She shifts a little, then gives up and rests her head against the backboard.]

Fifteen minutes.

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[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Poor kid.] Hold on, all right? [She drops from the Plane, bed going with her, and reappears in a minute with clothes on! A skirt and a purple shirt, like usual. Also she left the bed at home. :|b]

I'm sorry for startling you.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

Euh, i-it-it's-- [Box trying to say, but Sirkka already drops from the Plane. That minute leaves Box the time to... calm down. He has nothing against beds, hell he wants one even, but women underwear is something he don't need or want, only without the real woman part. Maybe. He is still pale.] S-so you can come h-h-here while sleeping too?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[To be fair, her panties weren't showing. But uh, she was definitely only wearing a bra. Poor thing.

She offers him a small plate of chocolates to make up for it. Maybe it's not good breakfast, but she doesn't care.]

I was awake when I got here. I thought it'd give me some extra time to nap before my lecture, that's all. I was careless. I should have remembered your condition. I'm sorry.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Box eyes the chocolate. Gah, he doesn't like that either. Too sweet. Well not all their meeting can go smoothly, isn't it? Lot of smaller exclamation marks, some alarms, and &s #s @s are floating around as if confused slightly.] O-oh. Oh. Y-you can nap, really, it's fine, I-I'll be the one just going- over there, somewhere further away-- I'm used people being ignorant, I-I know how that is. And nap is important.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She's tempted to snatch at the floating cartoon marks, but restrains herself.

For now.

She eats a chocolate then, since he doesn't seem to want it.]

Oh, don't be like that. I'm awake now. Were you busy, though? I'll leave you if you want.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[The marks would just flow through Sirkka's hand, but it must be a good game hunting for them!] I-I- was working, but it... alright. The muse is gone now, I should take a break anyway... It's just uh, commissions, I need money for the Secret Santa thing...

[Some of the $s grow bigger to start a happy dance, as Box still moves a bit away.]

Um, um are you... feeling alright, Sirkka?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Aww, I missed out on the Secret Santa. Oh well.

[She wraps one arm around herself, the other still holding onto the plate.]

I'm fine, thank you. Sounds like you've been busy.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

Eh? Really? [Well wow, if those aren't bubbles around him, then nothing.] You want me to get you something?

Uh, then alright. Keep it up. Being good... Me? No, not at all, no. I'm actually enjoying this. I mean... being busy. You know. It feels... I don't know. Safe? I guess. Yes. Together with the others, and... stuff.