savetheearth | {004} Log: White Day [CLOSED]

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{004} Log: White Day [CLOSED]

Who: Misa Amane + Lazarus, Cesar, Emilia, and Stefan.
What: It's reverse-White Day! A chance to thank those who have helped her out so far.
Where: Various houses in Locke City and Las Vegas
When: March 14
Warnings: None expected

It was a little unorthodox to be giving chocolate instead of receiving it on White Day, but since no one else here seemed to have even heard of the holiday before, Misa figured that she could take some liberties. She really did feel bad for not using Valentine's Day as an opportunity to thank those who had taken her in and helped her out in this strange new city, even though she'd had a pretty decent excuse for laying low during that time. There was a lot that she owed the people here, and if nothing else White Day could function as a delayed Numbered appreciation day this year.

A small package of handmade chocolates in hand, Misa visited the homes of those she felt most indebted to one by one. She had prepared a little box for each of them; nothing fancy, just chocolate fudge squares dusted with cocoa. Maybe store bought would have sufficed, but Misa thought they all deserved a personal touch.

Some addresses were harder to come by than others, but one way or another Misa approached each door with a firm knock, and waited.

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"Yeah..."

He's instantly uneasy with her clear shock, but he manages not to stiffen and flinch away too noticeably when her fingers brush his chest. It's sinewy and dense but he absolutely does have some muscle on his spare frame.

"My other seems to have been a martial artist, though it doesn't make a lot of sense. I wouldn't think someone with a back bent like his would be able to, but having echoed back both I guess it's not impossible."

"A detective and a martial artist," Misa muses, adding 'and a creep' in her head. Though she is just as unconvinced about his muscles as she was before, she removes her hand from his chest, curling up against his side instead. "What strange people."

"Yeah... tennis player, too, apparently," he says, and as she curls up against him he is unmistakably stiff, now, completely unable to hide his own discomfort with the situation.

"Are... you still cold?" he asks, tugging at the blanket and trying to pull it around her shoulders again.

"A little," she answers, repositioning the blanket with his help and holding it in place. She takes a sip from her hot chocolate before asking, "Is this okay?"

She can't tell if his tenseness is typical awkward virgin nerves or something more.

"Yes, it's fine," he's quick to respond. "If you get hot chocolate on the blanket, it can be washed, I pour bleach on all the laundry."

"I didn't mean that... but I'll be careful."

She makes a mental note to be careful about laundry mixing, lest he ruin her clothes.

"You didn't? What did you mean?" he asks, blinking at her glassily. "What about this wouldn't be OK?"

"I meant... you seem a little uncomfortable," she says, as delicately as she can. Calling attention to it is probably only going to make it worse, but what else can she say?

"Uncomfortable? No, that's normal," he says, disarmingly honestly. "My back's strange, it has been ever since I got that echo back. Lying down would probably make it better."

"Oh," obviously surprised. From anyone but Lazarus she would suspect ulterior motives to saying something like that. "Do you... want to lie down?"

"It's been a little while, what with the doppelganger business..." he admits. "And I would be more comfortable..."

That she definitely can't do without spilling. Misa takes several gulps from her mug before bending to set it back down on the ground. There's some nervous anticipation in her stomach, and as she sits back up to face Lazarus she can't shake the feeling that he's going to blink at her in that owlish way and demand what she's doing when she actually tries to lie down with him. That is what he's suggesting, isn't it?

"You first."

He gives her a quizzical look when she says "first", implying that someone will be second, but he pulls his other leg up onto the bed and curls up into a ball, which... might go a long way toward explaining why his back is so messed up, actually.

While the position might not be great for his back, Misa can't help thinking it's kind of adorable. Pulling her legs onto the bed and keeping the blanket wound tightly around her body, Misa turns onto her side and lies down facing him. She tucks in her knees, but the shape is nowhere near as extreme as Lazarus's contortion.

"Better?" she asks, trying to sound less nervous than she feels.

He peers at the blonde girl he is now effectively in bed with, making eye contact with her.

"It's not bad," he allows. "Do you have a bad back, too?"

"No, but this is more comfortable," she answers, maintaining eye contact for a few moments before it grows too awkward for her. She glances down at his chest instead. "I am tired. That many echoes right in a row is draining."

His dark, glassy eyes watch her as she stares into them for that strange few seconds.

"You're welcome to stay here and sleep if you want. That's what these beds are for... what any beds are for, actually, but in particular I have made these available for Numbered to take, if they need a place to stay. It's not really fancy, but... I think it's comfortable enough. My own room is very similar."

"My room isn't that far away, but thank you."

She closes her eyes briefly, then chances a glance up at him again. "Mostly I just... don't want to be alone right now."

She hopes that he will understand the implicit so please don't leave me.

"You're welcome."

He watches her close her eyes, curious expression unchanging when she opens them again and expresses her desire to not be alone.

"I wouldn't mind being alone," he says blithely. "I've been spending so much time attached to that horrible copy that I haven't been able to hear myself think. Do you... want to play chess, or something? I can go get my board."

Gee, thanks Lazarus. But having spent some time with the double, Misa can hardly blame him.

"No," she answers just as bluntly. She is exhausted already, now is not the time for a thinking-intensive activity. "I barely remember the rules. I just want to rest."

There's a pause, then she adds, "I'll be quiet," as an afterthought.

If he's disappointed about not playing chess, he does a good job of not showing it. He half-closes his own eyes, as if deciding whether or not he could sleep.

"You don't look like you snore. I think it'll be OK."

Misa reaches over to flick his arm. "I don't," she verifies. "Do you want some of the covers?

He flinches slightly at that arm flick. "Good..." he says uncertainly. "You mean sharing the covers? Is that OK?"

"Yeah, I don't have to hog them all."

She sits up enough to get the blanket out from under her, then throws one side over him. Completely casual. Just two friends sharing a bed. Nothing to see here.

He seems terribly puzzled by her answer, but doesn't protest, maneuvering so he can get under the covers.

"It'll be warmer like this, for sure. Do you have any sort of thing I should be aware of? Night terrors? Bed-wetting? I can lay down plastic and be very discreet about it."

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