Thermostat
The plot bunnies got me again...Also, my computer broke during Christmas, so all you people who read my other fics...that's my excuse...it broke...BUT! It's fixed now! D Wow, this is shorter than I thought it was...Or it could be that my new monitor's screen is too big...
Disclaimer: Wait.What-sama does not own Elfen Lied. Nipaah, Wait.What-sama, Nipaah!
I had a debt to her, that much was true. She was still a bit...Shy-ish...even as the years since I last saw her had past. She had retained her...cuteness..as well. That's mostly why I broke down. Cute girl plus debt equals current situation.
Current situation? Well, after she had moved in there had been a bit of a...dispute...over the temperature of the house. She liked it twenty degrees higher than I liked. Maybe it was less, and I was just over-exaggerating, but she had once again worn me down with her annoying cuteness, as well as her surprising determination, despite being a pushover most of the time.
And now I was laying over the futon covers, practically dying of the heat, while she was nice and relaxed on her futon, which was pretty close to mine. My hands were resting under my head, being my pillow since I didn't feel like using my pillow tonight.
I felt the urge to stretch, so I did so. As my hand raised over to the right, it brushed something cold. I involuntarily curled up my fingers and stopped stretching. I turned my head to see what it was. Her face.
I mentally scoffed. The house was this hot and she was still cold? Wuss...
And then some random spur-or-the-moment thought occurred to me. Her skin was cold. I liked cold. I touched my own flesh. Warm. She liked warm.
I smirked, and listened to the spur-of-the-moment thought, getting into her futon, curling up against her nice icy skin.
Lesson learned: Drowziness mixed with spur-of-the-moment thoughts and supposed logic sometimes result in pain when you wake up again. And its really hard to get revenge if the person you're suppose to get revenge on is a cute, push-overy girl that you owe debt to...
Also, I made recovery of the temperature of my home. I sort of feel like celebrating. Not too happy with the terms in which I get to keep control over the thermostat. Now I have to share my futon with the wuss...
Short, fluffy, Saviorshipping one-shot P Spell-checked, too.
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