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[....She doesn't need to say anything for him to take a guess.] You want me to sstay. I don't know if that'ss a good idea. [What if his presence make the nightmares worse? What if he loses himself again and see her as a midnight snack? What would Yujin think of finding him in his daughter's room like this?]

[ She doesn't know if it is either. She doesn't understand it herself. It is dangerous. Snakes are dangerous, especially one of his size. She should be terrified of him, but she somehow still sees him as Kazuma-sama.

And she wants him to stay, if only for a while longer. ]

Only until I fall asleep.

. . .All right. [He moves his head from her lap, so Susato could actually move and make herself comfortable. He'll move his body accordingly if needed as well, his tail sliding a pillow back onto the bed that had fallen earlier.]

[ She sees the pillow being nudged onto the bed and quietly makes a grab for it, putting it back where it belongs. Her smile isn't overt, but she clearly is relieved at his answer. Her lap still feels warm when she gets up, which is...far more difficult than she wanted it to be. ]

Just a moment.

[ She walks the paces required to turn off her light, activating Iris and her night sky. ]

[In the midst of her prepping, he might have yawned. Don't mind those fangs being shown for a moment. He glances up toward the ceiling when the false night sky appears. It is rather cozy in here having the sky there. He looks to Susato, making space for her when she returns to the bed. Being in the dark is completely his element, still able to see. Which probably makes him look a bit more menacing in the darkness with those yellow eyes of his.]

[ Susato also cracks open her door just a tiny bit while she is up. While no doubt Kazuma would have found a way to open the door regardless, the least she can do is make it easier for him later.

She catches him yawning, the sound calling her attention just before the lights go off and reveals his yellow eyes. A shiver runs through her body, but she just crawls into bed and pulls the covers over herself, staring up at the ceiling, too. ]

Thank you. [ For staying? And indulging a selfish wish? Too tired to figure it out, she closes her eyes, shifting her weight slightly to try to get comforable. ]

[Once she's settled, he slowly makes his way around her. His body encircles her in a protective manner, though one could also think he was trapping her in. Once he finds her hand, his tongue flicks it, coming forward to try and wiggle his head underneath it. He's just doing whatever he thinks she would need to feel comfortable, and knowing he's within contact might help.]

Mmmh. [ Feeling his tongue against her hand causes her to stir, but it is a far cry from what Kazuma saw when he entered her room, a far more peaceful expression on her face. That same hand idly strokes at the scales on his head, though it's unclear whether she's doing it purposefully, or if she really did knock out just that fast.

Either way, she won't be having anymore nightmares tonight. ]

[Well, the plan was to leave once she was fast asleep, but that doesn't end up happening. He got so comfortable that he thought to rest his eyes for a bit.

And then morning was suddenly here. Though honestly, it was the best sleep he's had since he arrived to the Mikotoba's home.

He's not sleeping in the same spot as he was before though. He's now partially laying on the floor. Bed was just too soft. At some point he tried to change back into his more human appearance, but only manages halfway, effectively taking on his naga form instead. His human top half was laying on the floor, his snake bottom still on her bed. His horns just scrape's against the wall as his sleeps on his back, with something, or someone wrapped in one of his big arms.]

[ Susato herself has managed to completely sleep through falling onto the floor, her sleep equally deep and peaceful--no longer plagued with any nightmares. She clings to him like some childishly large teddy bear, and perhaps she ended up following him onto the floor that way, because as much as she loved Iris, the bunny was smaller and did not emit his comforting heat.

The sun starts to peek in through her windows, but just barely. It would normally be enough to at least get her to stir, but as it is, she just shifts closer within that large arm of his, causing his snake bottom to flop onto the floor with the rest of him to finish the job. ]

[If only her room was just a little more spacious. The bed is being moved and nightstand being knocked arounds as he tries to curl his tail around him. 5 more minutes. Worry about that noise later. Can't ignore the best sleep he's been needing. Turning onto his side, both arms are now covering her as she's pressed against his chest, along with a snake tail wrapping around them.]

[ Her brow seems to furrow at the noise; however reluctantly, she seems to have heard it. Distantly, she remembers that their entrance still isn't fixed at this point, so she should probably be more concerned. A low moan of protest seems to escape her, as if to say, 'Mr Robber or Mr Ghost, could you please come back later?' but in the end, whatever sense of responsibility she has kicks in.

She blinks.

That sure is a whole lot of skin. ]

[ S...Skin... With a whole lot of cuts and bruises, and familiar scaling, glimmering a silverish white. She breathes out a puff of air, trying to get her own hair out of face, but when that doesn't work, she finds just enough movement in her arm to try to brush it out of her face.

Still warm. Still comfortable. Though with a quick glance over his body to try to get her bearings, she can see that she's on the floor. When did that happen? ]

[ Whatever morning brain fog starts to lift. She goes to scream, her heart racing, but she thinks better of it, clamping her mouth shut until it just comes out as a high-pitched squeak (Toby's new toy...? No, there is no Toby yet.)

There are many thoughts! Many. And they are all coherent, too. Her first one being that she needs to put some distance between them. She squirms, though his strength is impressive, even in his sleep.

It doesn't help that her next thought seems to be about those injuries of his yet again. Are some of the wounds reopening, or is it just her imagination? ]

K, K, Kazuma-sama--! [ Stammering in a hushed, yet urgent whisper. ] You're... You're big again...?

Hm...? [What's that high pitch squeaking noises? A mouse...? No it's talking. His still healing wounds were starting to poke at his conscious, making it harder to ignore the aches and pain and continue to sleep. He could feel something squirming in his arms. Soft....squishy.

What is that? Trying to get out? Maybe it was a stray pray trying to escape. Won't take long for him to realize immediately that's not it, once he opens his eyes. He's staring down at the face of his Legal Aide, somehow in his arms.] . . . [Smooth guy is too dumbfounded by the situation to say something for once. Or do anything. What the hell??]

[ Sheeee's just going to keep squirming, and he may feel her efforts get more intense as her level of embarrassment increases. At some point, she must have looked over to see that her door was still opened a crack, which is probably unusual for her. Did she really do that? Is this some kind of dream, and she just hasn't woken up?

Memories trickle back, and she remembers asking him to stay, though he hadn't looked like this. He was a white serpent... Maybe that was the clue that something isn't right. Is she lucid dreaming? ]

Please. Before-- Before father--

[ Maybe his grip has loosened by this point. Either way, she's losing energy. ]

[He blinks, still processing what she was saying. What about her father?

Oh.

He uncoils himself, knocking the dresser, pushing the bed back further and knocking whatever else was in the way. His hold on her does loosen as he moves to sit upright. There's a scraping noise as his horns scratch her wall. This is a disaster. Spotting the opened door, he pushes it close with his tail. Just to put a little more time, in case her father heard all of that. Shit.]

. . . [ She takes a moment to catch her breath once free. It's hard to ignore the panicked uncoiling, the extra noise from his horns and the slamming of the door. She winces, then goes dead still as her heart continues beating out of her chest, listening to see if Yujin would react or wake.

When nothing happens...

When nothing happens, she is relieved, but she can't help but feel like she shouldn't be. ]

I-I thought... [ Oh, nope. He is 500x more difficult to look at like this. Why couldn't the powers that be have given him a shirt?? ] I thought you were leaving once I... ... A, Are you... alright?

Yes- [He needs a moment to compose himself and not look like a flailing fish.] I wass, but... [He dozed off? Really, he has no good reason as to why he didn't leave when he had planned to. And then waking up to suddenly Susato in his arms-- He wince, hissing as he presses a hand against his chest. Damn, he's still not well enough to be moving as frantically as he was.]

I'll be fine...my apologiesss. [He bows his head, unable to look at Susato properly himself.] I'll move the bed back, and then take my leave. [Before further disaster befalls them. What a mess.]

[ ...Are we sure he didn't have a reason? Because it sure does feel like it was her fault. Maybe she's just extra self-conscious about the way she was clinging to his shirtless form. She suddenly remembers why she never allowed Ryunosuke into her room in Great Britain, but that hardly matters now.

She simply lowers her head too, equally avoidant. ]

I'll... um, help. [ Humor her, Kazuma. You may not need it, but she'll stand at one end of the bed anyway, pushing like she's trying not to think of anything else. ]

[...All right, he'll humor her. He'll push from the other end then. His tail end creeps over to her side to help keep things even. All the while he says nothing, lost in his own thoughts and confusion. Once the bed was back in it's place, he doesn't waste time putting some space between himself and Susato. He looked ready to take his leave, but then...]

Are you going to be all right...? [He should at least be courteous and make sure she'll be okay. However shameful he felt at this moment. Please ignore the gurgling sounds of his stomach too. He's usually hunting for food by now.]

Yes. Yes, of course. [ With the bed taken care of, she keeps moving, still keeping her distance as she picks up stuff off the floor again and tries to tidy up. She has to brush off some Glowing Dawn petals off Iris as she sets her back on the bed. ] Perfectly alright. Fine. I slept very... very well, better than I have in...

[ She doesn't know where she's going with this, but she can feel herself starting to babble, so she just... awkwardly trails off. ]

[ It does look like he's about to leave. She gives no indication that she noticed his stomach growling, but perhaps she can guess. She looks at him with an eye like she knows. ]

Go. I understand. [ Sure was easier back when she could just bring him food. Stupid snakes and their stupid feeding habits. Stupid. ] Before someone else finds your traps. [ And easy meal ticket. ]

[He has no idea where she's going with that additional rambling about how she slept, but that's...good??? He's so confused, but there's really no time to think on it. He bows deeply once more in an apologetic manner before opening her door slightly. He checks to be sure the coast is clear before slipping out so quickly that he was just a silver blur, having turned fully serpent once more to fit through her door.]

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