{004} Log: White Day [CLOSED]

[lovesickkiller]

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.

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

He stiffens almost immediately as she cuddles up against his bony back; it can't be particularly comfortable, but by merit of being so very spare, it's easy to feel his breath and his heartbeat through his frame.

He's silent for a second after the confession-slash-reassurance, and then he mumbles something about wanting that in writing.

[lovesickkiller]

Misa giggles, but doesn't respond one way or another. Lying with him is not particularly comfortable, but it is reassuring, and it has been a while since she had anyone to share a bed with. It's nice, even if the way they got here is not particularly romantic. She rests a hand against his ribcage, finding comfort in his heartbeat.

It isn't long before her breathing evens out and Misa drifts off to sleep.

[dead_black_eyes]

Fortunately, she seems to take it in stride, laughing in a lilting, girlish way as her hand seeks out a place on his scrawny form where it can feel the soft, steady thrum of his heartbeat. It's usually at a slightly elevated rate, a combination of anxiety and caffeine keeping it higher than normal, and that's certainly true now... but gradually, it slows into something like a relaxed state, enough for him to drift off himself.

Once sleep at last manages to claim Lazarus, it has a hard time letting go.