That's what this day is for

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[A wild Ri has appeared! Except that he is laid out on a sofa, wearing comfy PJs and socks, and is snoring softly. Tryptophan, you know. A nearby TV is playing highlights of some blitzball game, so it's rather obvious how he's going to (try to) spend his Day After Thanksgiving.]

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[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Namine here will be covering him with a blanket now c:]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*snorts a bit and rolls onto his side, kicking at the blanket a little*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Muffles a giggle at that, attempting to fix the blanket without disturbing him.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*rolls again... and ends up rolling off the sofa and thudding on the floor*

... ungh?!

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[asdfghj tries to catch him before he falls, but obviously doesn't in time. oops.]

A-Are you okay?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is on the floor, tangled in the blanket and quiet confused!*

Wha-- Namine? What happened?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Here, let her help you untangle, then.]

You rolled off the couch in your sleep.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he rubs his eyes and groans a bit, settling back on the sofa*

I fell asleep? I was watching the game.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

I guess you were tired.

[She'll take a seat on the arm of the couch.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I am not tired.

*y-yawns*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Raises her eyebrows at him. What's wrong with being tired?]

Then why are you yawning?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I... I am not.

*stifles the next yawn*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

Huh. I guess I'm just imagining things.

[Pretends to ponder this.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[well someone is curious about the blitzball stuff hi Ri and is wandering over to stare at the TV, not even paying attention to the person on the sofa.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he'll just be a snoring lump over here; enjoy the game highlights!*

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[it would probably be more exciting if he knew wtf was going on, huh.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*well the announcers are marking off the plays and such, but it probably still sounds like gibberish*

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[yeah, pretty much. he's taking a seat on the floor quietly and watching anyway, trying to memorize things to look up later.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*well the snoring will get progressively louder over here*

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[eventually he looks over, because man, that's loud. is that even healthy? he doesn't know.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*snooooooooooooooooooooooooores*

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[stands up, goes over to him, and.... pokes his cheek.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*snooo--SNORT*

Ngh?!

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[jerks back a little in surprise, staring.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*yawns and blinks at you*

Mmph... what is it?