Chapter 7

Annie glances behind her nervously as she pushes a door open and steps through. She'd been avoiding the front entrance since yesterday, knowing Shuu thinks she goes that way. She figures, if he can't find her- he can't bite her again, and that just sounds like a good idea. Annie sneaks out the back entrance over-dramatically as she tiptoes under windows and makes sure her bag doesn't poke up. All the bite-marks had been covered with makeup, but the sore on her neck is too raw to cover with bandages. She hated scarves, but hadn't been able to think of anything else.

A hand snaps out and grabs the end of her scarf suddenly, tugging. "Oi, you running off to see him again?" Asks a gruff voice. Yuma frowns down at her.

Annie gasps and stares up at him, the colour draining from her face. Shit. "N-no," she stammers, trying to tug the scarf back. She winces as it rubs against the marks. "Let go."

Yuma tsks. "Could've fooled me. You were actin' pretty cosy with im' last time." He mutters, keeping hold of her scarf.

Annie swallows and drops her hand, giving up. "I didn't know he was a... too," she mumbles. "Why do you care, anyway?"

Yuma narrows his eyes. "So he bit ya, huh?" He grunts quietly. "Well, it's not like I care, but I did it first. That means you're my prey, I claimed ya. Dunno who that damn NEET thinks he is, thought he woulda got that through his skull."

Her eyes widen, mind racing back to Shuu saying she was to be his 'bloodbag.'

"I can't... y-you aren't honestly suggesting th-that you're gonna bite me again, right?" She stammers. I do not want to be the centre of a turf war between fucking cannibals.

With a yank, Yuma drags her to him. "Course I am. That guy... He's definitely used to getting what he wants. Damn aristocrat- spoiled brat. I ain't letting go of you for shit," he mutters, removing her scarf. He then rubs the makeup away that was hiding Shuu's marks, making her wince.

I'm getting real sick of being pushed around like a piece of meat. Gritting her teeth, Annie shoves against his chest. "Let go!" She shouts, deciding making a racket and trying to draw attention to herself might be an actual decent course of action. "OI!"

Yuma covers her mouth with his large hand, sinking his teeth into her neck, right over Shuu's marks.

Her eyes widen and she cries out, before biting down hard on his hand, not quite ready to give up. She stomps on his foot for good measure.

A small grunt escapes him and Yuma uses his other hand, grabbing the front of her uniform and lifting her up. Her body is drawn up, enough to make her struggle to stay on tip toe as he leaned her into the side of the building, his chest meeting hers as he drank.

Annabeth shrieks into his hand and waivers, whimpering. She squirms under him even still, trying to get any amount of give she can get. She can't keep getting pinned like this.

Yuma chuckles quietly, the sound muffled. He slowly removes his fangs and mutters into her ear: "You know ya can't beat me Red, we proved that last time," he says, removing his hand from her mouth.

She grits her teeth and growls softly. "You can't just push me around, though," she mutters, not stopping her squirming. "I'm not... a piece of meat."

Yuma tsks. "Maybe I'd treat ya slightly nicer if you had some damn loyalty about you."

Her eyes widen. "I'm not going to be 'loyal' to someone who's trying to eat me! I don't want EITHER of you to bite me!" She hisses.

Yuma tsks and lets her go suddenly, not caring if she tripped as he stepped back. "Well, nothin' you do is gonna change anything. Humans can't accomplish shit without power. That's why I turned." He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets.

Annie catches herself before she falls and growls, clapping a hand over her bleeding neck. "Shut up. You're annoying," she mumbles. "Leave me alone."

Yuma narrows his eyes at her. "You don't get to decide that shit," he mutters, materialising behind her and grabbing her close. They appear on the roof in a matter of seconds, feet touching down. Yuma turns sharply and grabs the scruff of her collar, pressing her to face against the iron bars that separated them from falling. "If you struggle too much I could get annoyed, you damn Sow. It's a long way down, ain't it?" He breathes into her ear, looking down at the school courtyard they'd just been standing in.

She swallows and goes still. "I... can't," she whispers. "Don't. I'm sorry." She stares down, trembling slightly. It really is a long way down.

Yuma moves her hair aside and loosens her uniform enough to bare the skin where her neck met her shoulder. He then leans down, wrapping his arm around her waist, skimming his fangs over the skin. "Heh...you should be a little more cautious next time about who you invite over," he mutters, licking her skin, before sinking his fangs in again.

Annie whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. She clamps her hands around the metal bars as she tries to breathe slowly, just trying to endure.

Yuma removes his fangs and licks the angry looking marks. He then growls lowly into her hair. "This doesn't have to be difficult ya know," he mutters, befoe releasing her and bringing out a jar from his pocket. He opens it and eats a sugar cube, crunching it under his teeth.

Oh for the sake of fucks. "You're pinning me to walls and threatening to throw me off a roof. How could we possibly make this 'not difficult'?" She was running her mouth again, she knew, but feels unable to help it.

Yuma tsks and shoves a sugar cube to her lips, his thumb forcing it into her mouth despite her squeak of protest. "Ah, just shaddap," he mutters.

Annie's eyes widen in surprise, slowly narrowing as she crunches it down. I cannot believe he just forced me to shut up with fucking sugar. She chews and swallows. "What the hell do you expect me to do, anyway? Humour me."

Yuma closes the jar and returns it to his pocket. "The hell makes you think I know? I just like your smell, and the the taste of your blood. Heh, attitude isn't so bad ethier. Just submit to my feedings and ditch the NEET. That's all."

"Kay, so that's cool and all, but then HE is gonna get mad at me," she says, exasperated. Never mind the fact she doesn't want EITHER of them to bite her. "So then what? Just tell him no? Tried that with you, bud."

Yuma hums and turns away from her. "Well when I can buy that you wanna be loyal to me, then maybe I'll kick that guys ass and steal you away. Till then..." he shrugs, walking away towards the roof door.

I don't want to be loyal to fucking either of them. Fuck, there's way too much drama with all of this. She doesn't stop him. I'm gonna fucking cry.

Yuma opens the door and leaves, walking down the stairs. Dumb little Red.

Annie waits a while before sighing and heading back downstairs. This is real bad. This last week seems like the plot of some terrible Twilight fanfiction. She pads down the stairs and even makes it to her car without incident, relieved Shuu wasn't waiting on the bench. She figured he must have gone home. She gets in the driver's seat, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey," Shuu drawls, leaning against the window as he sits in the passenger seat.

Annie's head snaps to the side as she visibly bristles. "The fuck?" She whispers, heart sinking. She quickly opens the door, moving to get the hell out.

Shuu grabs her wrist and tugs her back. "Stay here, and close the door. It's cold," he mutters.

Swallowing, she meekly closes the door. Her heart pounds in her ears and she stares out the window, wondering if anyone would hear her if she screamed. Doubtful.

Shuu sighs and curls his fingers into her hair, glancing at her neck. "He showed up again, huh? Troublesome."

"He said to not let you bite me," she mutters. "And that he wants to fight you to 'steal me away.' Can you two just fuck right off, please?"

A quiet chuckle escapes him. "Who knew he was so possessive. Sounds like Ayato or something." He yawns, dropping his hand. "Well, whatever," he says, closing his eyes.

Annie shrinks back against the door and glares at him suspiciously. "Can you get out please?" she asks stiffly. "I need to go home."

"Go home then. I'll just crash at yours. You're very generous to suggest it," he says, lips curling up slightly.

She grits her teeth. "I'm not offering to let you stay over," she mutters, reaching for the handle again. I'll just take a bus. He's not a fast guy, if I go quickly enough, he won't catch me.

Shuu smiles slightly wider and opens his eyes. He shifts and grasps her chin, turning her face to look directly at him. "Take me to your place," he says, using Suggestion.

Annie's hand shakes on the handle as she swallows. This is that same damned compulsion she felt in the kitchen. "Fuck you," she mutters as she slowly turns on the ignition and pulls out of the lot.

Shuu privately thinks that he wouldn't mind her doing that, but wisely says nothing. He folds his arms and rests in the seat. "You're cute when you're angry. I guess I'll be seeing that face a lot, won't I?" Amusement dances in his half lidded gaze.

"Not if I cut your eyes out," she mutters, hands shaking slightly on the wheel. Minutes later, she's pulling into the lot of her building.

Shuu raises a brow but doesn't say anything. He looks at her. "After you," he says, waiting for her to get out of the car first.

Annie sighs as she turns off the ignition and exits the car. I feel like I'm walking to my own doom. She waits for him to get out before she locks it, and walks quickly to the doors. Heh, maybe I can outrun him. If he doesn't make it to the elevator, he won't be able to get to my floor.

Shuu follows her at a sedate pace, yawning tiredly. She glances behind her, a burst of adrenaline making her break into a sprint- hitting the button. She glances behind her nervously several times, until it arrives. She climbs in, tentative relief ebbing at her as the doors slide shut. She swallows. She did it. He doesn't have a key. Annie leans against the wall, feeling like a weight's been taken off of her, and closes her eyes.

Shuu blinks, before sighing at the stupidity of mortals. What a troublesome woman.

Annabeth eventually reopens her eyes at her floor and pads into her apartment with renewed vigour. She locks her door, just in case, and comes into the tatami-clad living room.

A pale hand sweeps over a soft surface. He notes the sheets were of a good material. Shuu snuggles under the covers, breathing in. Hn... she didn't have a bad scent, he supposed.

Annie hums quietly to herself and checks the fridge. Crap, out of food. Guess I'm ordering pizza tonight. Oh no. She distractedly pads into her bedroom and freezes at the lump under her sheets, before losing her shit and screaming.

Shuu lifts his head slightly from her pillow, opening one eye. "Hahh...Do you have to scream?" he asks lethargically. All in all, he looked quite comfortable bundled under her covers, the picture of lazy contentment.

"Get OUT of my bed!" She yells, done with this crap. She stomps forward and yanks the blanket off of him.

Shuu sighs and closes his eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is."

Annie holds the blanket to herself protectively. "I do. Get out," she sniffs. "Do I not get a single fucking moment without you freaking cannibals? I AM NOT MEAT."

He looks at her tiredly. "I'll leave tomorrow. I'm a Vampire, not a cannibal. And I never said you were. Steak doesn't complain half as much as you. Now... sleep with me," he mutters, tugging the blanket lightly.

She narrows her eyes. "You're out of your damned mind," she spits, dropping the blanket and stalking into the kitchen. She opens a drawer hurriedly and pulls out a knife. It isn't big, but it's the best she's got. She pads back into the bedroom and holds it in front of her. "Get. Out."

Shuu sits up slowly at this, blonde locks dishevelled and curling around his cheeks. He looks at her with steady half lidded eyes. "Make me."

Annabeth swallows a lump in her throat and a flicker of doubt passes over her face, before she jabs the knife towards him. It's clear that she doesn't know what the hell she's doing, as she gets on one knee on the bed to get a closer reach.

Shuu's hand snaps out and grabs her wrist, twisting so that she's yanked onto the mattress, landing on her front. Shuu keeps her down by putting his knee onto her back, holding her wrist into the bed which held the knife. "Heh...you really don't know when to quit, do you?"

Light blue eyes widen and she whimpers, hand straining around the knife as she clutches it tightly. "Let me up," she whispers, realizing just how stupid of a thing she just did. She trembles under him, muscles twitching.

Shuu chuckles darkly, yanking the material of her uniform down to bare her shoulder. He then steals the knife from her easily. He keeps one hand on her arm as he trails the blade over the back of her neck lightly, moving her hair aside. He licks the shell of her ear as he does so. "You're kind of a dumbass when you freak out. Hah... 'Fraid I'm not letting you off without a response from me," he mutters, the knife cutting into her skin.

Annie shudders violently as dark beads of blood begin to dot the path of the knife. "S-stop it," she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut. She turns her face away so that he gets a mouthful of hair, instead of her ear.

Shuu blows out, her hair sticking to his bottom lip. He huffs again. "Pain can feel good you know...maybe I'll teach you that," he mutters, leaning to her ear again. "You crave the pain. Your lower stomach is heating and twisting with need for it. Your heart is beating faster... cheeks heating up. You want it. The blade... my fangs...they're going to feel so good..." he breathes, trailing the knife over her shoulder.

Her eyes widen as she feels a needy sensation tighten her abdomen. "Shuu, stop," she whispers with renewed franticness. Her cheeks start reddening as she shoves her face into the bed to muffle a moan.

Shuu smiles slightly into her hair. "You need to learn..." he mutters quietly, dragging the blade in so that more beads of blood rose to the surface of her skin. His mouth soon followed the path, collecting it on his tounge.

Annie keeps her face where it is as she draws in a shaky breath. The scent of her somewhat forced arousal begins to fill the room, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Her hands tighten in the sheets. She moans again, louder, before just biting down on the sheet to stifle herself.

Shuu chuckles and leans down to press kiss her shoulder. He then sinks his fangs in, grunting, lean body pressing into hers from behind.

She makes another sound, uncharacteristically- a mewl. Her hips automatically squirm under his almost sensually. She flushes darker, her blush colouring even her ears as Shuu removes his fangs, breath dancing over her bared skin.

"Heh, what a lewd woman. Your reactions are very telling. You want more... don't you?" he asks quietly, dragging the blade into her skin again as he bent to suck lightly at the wound.

Annie clenches her ass and grits her teeth. "No," she lies, as she feels a trickle of something down her thigh. She winces and buries her face in the bed again, groaning. Yes...

The dark figure at her back smells her arousal and chuckles quietly, making his hips brush down slightly, his crotch against her ass. He nips the wound. "So dishonest with yourself. I wonder what wound you so...tight, that you can't speak the truth to me," he murmurs, before biting her again.

She cries out audibly this time as her back arches. Her body shudders violently. This isn't me. It's his goddamn powers, it's gotta be. "I-I am not... g-giving you my virginity," she grits out, shuddering with want.

Shuu drinks some of her blood, before pulling away and licking her marks, his tongue drawing into them briefly. "Mn. You don't have to give that to me on order to get relief. But... I suppose this is enough," he mutters, sighing as his hand curves down her back briefly.

She shudders as her body screams for more. It's the damn compulsion. She's starting to feel less like a person, and more like a freaking rag doll for all of them. "Whatever," she mutters unsteadily.

Shuu chuckles and leans down to her ear. "And by the way, those words I used to get you wet...they wore off a few minutes ago." He smiles, before easing away from her. He gets off the bed and takes the knife with him, licking the blood from the blade.

Annie's eyes widen as she shakily sits up and looks at him. "D-don't say that. You're wrong," she stammers, going a dark red.

Shuu groans and avoids looking at her for the first time. "Don't look at me like that if you don't want to get attacked. Geeze…" he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as he pads from the room.

She watches him leave, glaring at the door, before she springs up. She wants to make sure he's actually leaving. Annie pokes her head out the door carefully. "Oi. Y-you're going home now, right?" She calls.

Shuu glances at her as he puts the knife in the sink and shrugs. "If by home, you mean a bath. Then yes. I'm walking home right now," he mutters, heading towards her bathroom.

Annabeth groans audibly and leans against the doorframe maybe a touch dramatically. "Do what you're going to do," she mutters, giving up. "I gotta go get dinner. I'll be back...eventually."

Her unwanted guest hums and and walks inside the bathroom, only partially closing the door, for reasons left unsaid. The sound of running water becomes apparent.

"Don't you DARE use my vanilla soap," she calls as an afterthought, grabbing her keys and listening. This is so damned weird.

He huffs from inside the bathroom. "What's so special about it?"

"It smells good and I don't like you enough to share it," she snaps. Honestly, there's nothing special. She's just petty.

Shuu hums. "Stingy. If you're so possessive of it, maybe you should come in here to check if I'm using it or not," he says teasingly.

Annie's eyes widen and she quickly turns around to physically kick the door open. It hits the wall with a loud bang, and she points her finger at him warningly. "Cut the crap," she growls.

Shuu blinks languidly from where he stood, or rather leaned on her bathroom counter, inspecting her prized vanilla soap. And he was naked. His clothes were scattered around in disarray, and he still had one sock on. But other than that. Naked.

"Hey," he drawls casually.

Annabeth's eyes widen to a very round shape, almost cartoonish in nature, as she lets out a soft whimper and goes a dark, dark red. She turns right the hell around. "Put. It. Down," she mutters gruffly. He's fucking huge.

Shuu smirks and materialises behind her, not touching- but he leans down nonetheless and murmurs: "Make me."

She automatically takes a step forward, but she doesn't run yet. And she doesn't go back to grab a knife, because that didn't fucking work. "PLEASE put my soap down and put some clothes on," she mutters, trying a cleanly opposite tactic.

Shuu sighs. "Well putting clothes on would defeat the purpose of having a bath. And this is rare, coming from me." He says wryly, looking pointedly at the bath water. "You could join me you know. I know you came in here wanting to see me naked. Pervert," he teases, the smile evident in his voice.

Somehow, Annabeth manages to blush darker. "I DID NOT!" she gasps, clapping her hands over her eyes. "You fucking baited me in here! You're the pervert, pervert!"

Shuu chuckles quietly. "Blushing so much...it's just proof. Haah, really, I feel like I'm being taken advantage of," he says, before taking her hand from behind. He pulls it away from her eyes and forces her to hold her hand out behind her. He purposefully pauses, as if waiting to do something lewd- letting her imagination race- before he puts the vanilla soap into her hand. He briefly inhales her hair, before letting go of her hand.

Annabeth swallows when she touches something, but recognizes the cool feel of the plastic and breathes a small sigh of relief. "Just hurry up. I'm leaving," she mutters, stalking from the bathroom and tossing the soap bottle on her bed. She makes a beeline to the door and tugs her shoes on. Stupid naked vampire.

Shuu smiles slightly, before he turns and steps into the bath. He then submerges himself under the water. He usually didn't bother with undressing but he had felt like he'd be able to bait her into the room.

Annie can't get the goddamn dick out of her mind. It was just there. Like... some kind of weird noodle. But it was big. And weird. To be fair, all dicks are weird. There's no such thing as a not weird dick.

But she had never seen one in real life, and it was just...there.


There's absolutely no reason she buys sausage for dinner, other than she wants goddamn sausage. Absolutely nothing to do with anything at all. She kills as much time as possible in the grocery store, until the sky grows dark and she gets too hungry to be stubborn. With any luck, he's left. However, when she enters her apartment again, she decides luck isn't real and she's living a special kind of hell.

Shuu stands in her kitchen, reading one of her books. He was shirtless, and still had a towel over his wet hair. He slowly rubbed the top of his head, before looking up from the book. "This novel is kind of trashy, you know. Didn't think you were into this kind of thing."

Annie flushes red. Again. She stalks over and sets the bag of groceries down with a growl, before jumping for the book and failing. "Give it back. That's private," she mutters, gritting her teeth. "And put a shirt on. If I can't walk around with my tits out, neither can you."

Shuu smiles, in a way that was clearly perverted, but his handsome, princely features made it almost charming. "No one's stopping you," he says softly, holding the book just out of reach so that she'd have to physically touch him if she wanted it.

She curls her hands into tight fists. "Put. A shirt. On," she mutters, jumping once more, vainly. "And don't go through my damn stuff."

"Too troublesome. Put a shirt on me if you're that lust ridden you can't control yourself," he says, putting the book on her head. He then glances behind them. "Not that I care... but why don't you have any furniture in here?" He asks, looking at her bare living room.

Annie growls and turns to the groceries, setting the book on the counter. "Didn't see a point. I have the dining room, and I just watch tv in my bed, anyway," she answers grudgingly. She pulls the sausages out, and the pasta, putting a pot of water on the stove.

Shuu lifts a shoulder. "Hn...makes sense," he mutters, rubbing his hair some more, before shifting against the counter and resting against it, eventually sinking down to the floor. He then yawns. "Oi...dry my hair for me. I'm cold and tired."

She glares down at him. "Make me," she mocks, if only to be petty, more than an actual challenge, turning back to the stove. I'm fucking hungry, and don't have time for a giant baby.

"Haa... cruel woman. I suppose you're going to exclude me from your meal too." He sighs. "You're a terrible host. Interrupting guests in bathrooms and now denying them reading material, comfort and food," he gripes, before sneezing unexpectedly.

She glances back down at him. "You can have food," she mutters, turning back once again to slice the sausages. "I just don't want to hear any crap about it not tasting good or being too spicy. And you wouldn't be so cold and uncomfortable if you didn't insist on bearing your boobs to the wind."

Shuu hums, closing his eyes. "I don't complain about food. But, again...you could help me out with the 'cold' department," he says, falling silent almost as if drifting into sleep, before cracking one eye open. "Unless, of course, you're so affected by me that touching me to help me into a shirt would make your ovaries combust. I understand. You don't have to explain."

Her hand tightens on the knife. One good whack, and she could get the job done. "If I told you I was gay, would you go away?" she growls. I mean, Yuma believed it. God, I shouldn't have corrected him.

Shuu pulls himself up into a stand tiredly, as if sensing her murderous intent. "I'd never believe that after seeing your expression in the bathroom," he says silkily, before padding over to her small window. He glances outside it briefly.

"You were BUTT ASS NAKED," Annie yells, losing it and chucking a wooden spoon at his head as her face flushes red again. "I was embarrassed!"

Shuu sighs after it hits him and rubs the spot, as if offended. "You're naive if you think that's all you felt. Pretty sure I sensed something telling from you...and it wasn't leftover from the knife play," he says, folding his arms.

Annie sighs and keeps her back to him, even though her blushing is clear by her ears. "I don't have to justify being turned on to you," she mutters, adding noodles to the water. "I don't like how you're treating everything like a game."

"...You wouldn't like it if I got serious. It's better this way," he says soberly. He then pads from the room, only returning when he had her blanket wrapped around him. He then leans against the wall and sinks down it, closing his eyes.

Annie doesn't say anything to that, and finishes cooking in silence. Still... it's uncomfortable. If he's that intent on being flirty and pervy this early on, she shudders to think what's going to happen as things progress. "Oi. How much you gonna eat?"

He doesn't open his eyes. "Just.. medium. You're a human after all."

Annabeth raises an eyebrow. "What?" she asks, confused. She grabs a couple of bowls. "The hell does that mean?"

"You need it more than I do. I'm a Vampire after all. You're a mortal," he points out. His bare toes twitch, and he glances down at his feet.

She shrugs. Kay then. She fills both bowls, and finding there's still some left, as she tended to overcook. "You eating there?"

"Where do you eat, usually?"

"The dining room," she answers dryly. "But I'm guessing that's too much effort you to walk there. And no. I ain't carrying you, and if you ask, I'll hurt you."

Shuu shifts, folding his legs. "I'll just eat here," he mutters, deciding not to tease her this once. She passes him his bowl, and happily skips off to the dining room to eat alone. He let's out a huff. "You looked a little too happy there," he mutters, before holding the bowl and digging in.

"That's because you're super annoying," she calls from the dining room, not giving a shit that her mouth is full.

"Thanks for the food," he snips back, before concentrating on eating.

She mutters something unintelligible but definitely snarky. She eats quietly after that, only returning when finished.

Shuu sets down his bowl and rests without a word until he hears her doing her nightly routine before bed, brushing her teeth and whatnot.

Annabeth spits into the sink and rinses it down, before rebraiding her hair. This is important. Because it's a curly, long mass, it tangles very easily- if left loose overnight, as discovered, it takes a very, very long time, and a fuckton of detangler to fix. Once done, she pads right past Shuu to the bedroom, closing the door behind her and locking it. It's been made clear she can't kick him out, but she's sure as hell not letting him sleep in her room. She has to draw the line somewhere.

Of course, Shuu likes to think of 'the line' as something you can move, dance over, or maybe under like a limbo pole.

As soon as she's settled into bed, Shuu stands up, looking at her locked door pointedly.

Annie closes her eyes, but she's distrustful. He's already proven twice that locks don't fucking work. In defence, she had worn a bra to bed, and the least sexy pajamas she owns- basically just a jogging suit.

His body on the other side of the door shifts, and soon enough, the blankets previously covering her move as a body appears underneath them. Arms wrap around her waist and pull, so that she's nestled into his bare chest. Shuu curls his pale body around her, seeking her warmth.

"Nope nope nope nope," Annie grits out, squirming automatically. She pushes at his legs with her feet and arches her back as she tries to pry herself away. "Firm no. Firm no."

Shuu chuckles and whispers into her ear: "You're relaxed and calm. You feel comfortable and drowsy. Hah...see? The tension in your body is easing," he says tiredly, using Suggestion, before he nips her ear hard for moving.

She makes a small, delayed noise of complaint as a sleepy feeling washes over her and she settles back against him. "Cheating," she mutters, too sleepy now to be angry. Or at least, act angry. It occurs to her that earplugs would solve this issue.

Shuu pats her head, perhaps a touch patronisingly. "You'll live. G'night," he mutters, closing his eyes.

It only takes Annabeth a few minutes to fall asleep, despite the worries having him so close ensure. Subconsciously, she notes he is kind of comfy, for an asshole.

Shuu's fingers curl in her hair slightly, before he becomes frustrated with the lack of give from her braid. He pulls it out once she's asleep, and buries his hand in her loose hair. Better.

He then drifts off into heavy sleep.