I return to my bedroom, mostly because I don't want Kanaya to smell blood and sweat on me. Or the smeared face paint. Really going to have to do something about that if this becomes a thing. Gog, am I really considering this? Am I brain-damaged or something? I keep replaying the kiss in my head. It was sweet, desperate, lustful, oh my gog what is wrong with me. I can still feel his lips forming the word miracles over my own. They were a little chilly, like he had been sucking on an ice cube. I idly wonder what those lips would feel like elsewhere as I strip down and step into the shower. BAD BRAIN! I need to get this paint off of me.

I let the hot water scald my scalp as I scrub, ruminating on the ramifications of tonight's adventures. With Karkat's and my combined efforts, we were able to 'calm the beast.' However, it is painfully obvious he is in no way ready for triggering situations. Which isn't surprising, considering he's only had one day of therapy. I must ban Dave from his presence, temporarily. Again. I'm sure he'll just be thrilled. I suppose the ban should go doubly for Kan, as well. Not that she would trigger him, but I still think she's a little trigger happy with that chainsaw. Lastly, and probably most importantly, I'm going to need to speak with Gamzee about the nature of our relationship. Joy. My lips form a wry shrug as I wonder whether Dave had earned a kimesmis tonight. What the hell does that even entail? Beat each other up and then...? It's kind of dirty to think about. And sexy. Subjugglators are into kink...hmm. Time for cold water.

I towel my hair off and comb it through, feeling very refreshed. The fluffy pink towels with meowcats on them are all about comfort. I pause on the inside of the bathroom door, checking with my Sight to make certain I have no visitors. I locked the door, but that has not stopped them before. I sprint, naked, across the room, throwing on a black version of Dave's "cool glasses for your boobs and butt" underwear. They're actually pretty comfy. I am not going out again. Shrugging a long silky camisole over my 'glasses', I appearify a hot pizza from my favorite pizza joint. MMMMMMMM pineapple and bacon! ASDFASDFAS so good. With the remote, I click on the DVD player. I've got about five movies in there that I've watched to death. Eh. Screw it. Lion King. So sue me I love Scar. Sated and entertained, I close my eyes to sleep.

Finally, a dream! But not a bubble. Hm. The Void surrounds us, enveloping the meteor in perfect black stillness. I hear screaming and yelling, but it echoes everywhere around me. There's no source to pinpoint. I spin endlessly, looking for the speaker, until I see a flash of red off in the distance. It's Aradia! I wave for her to come closer, but she keeps screaming, pounding on an invisible barrier. Well, not invisible, the rainbow colored break in paradox space. I try to rush to her aid, maybe if we work at it together she can...my feet are anchored to the meteor. I struggle to lift them from the tower, but something keeps sucking me back in it's icy embrace. I need to help her! I fight and struggle, to no avail. Her voice becomes tin, scratching at the back of my mind. The fear of being in a doomed time line looms over me. What if this is an off-branch? Oh gog how long will it take us to die!? I scream her name endlessly in the Void, shaking the meteor with the reverberations of the sound.

Waking with a start, I look into the dimness of my room as the scream transmutes itself into a worried groan. I must have tossed and turned a great deal, I don't usually sleep on my side. My blankets are suffocating me, wrapped firmly around my midsection. Beginning to worm my way out of their clutches, I freeze when I hear a husky voice behind me. "S'too early Rosesis. Commere." I'm dragged back into the clutches of a sleepy, amorous clown. Oh what the fuck. Why. How the hell did he get in here? As my back meets with his ^shirtless^ chest, seriously, what is it with him and shirts, I come to the troublesome awareness of a certain camisole being bunched around my middle as well. My scantily clad bottom is cuddled up firmly to Gamz' thighs. Delicate predicament. I have one. He breathes a happy sigh behind me, humming as he always does. It sounds faintly like 'The Circle of Life.' "Get you some sleep, miracle sister. Don't be getting your thinkpan all up in a twist at this hour." Augh. Enough with the miracles. This shit. It needs to be dealt with now. I will not be cuddled into submission.

"Gamz, let go of me this instant!" He acquiesces with a confused frown, "I up and do something wrong, mama? Didn't mean to. Kar kicked me out after our jam, he was still kinda mad, and...well, I didn't wanna sleep by myself? Ain't been alone a night since two years gone by..." Jegus. This is like kicking a Great Dane puppy. I feel like an asshole. A mountain of assholes, as Karkat would say. I still push myself off the bed, smoothing down my cammie. "This. You. There's a great deal to be spoken on this subject, and I won't do it in my nightclothes."

If I don't lay down rules now, all sorts of shenanigans may go down. I storm over to my wardrobifier and pick out my least attractive outfit, a turtleneck sweater (I feel a little chilly) and a pair of battered old jeans that probably cost too much from the store I appearified them from. I stroll over to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me. How the hell does one deal with this. He's needy, insecure, impossibly strong, and very dangerous. All on account of that cunt Lord English, who needed to play games to wriggle his way into our universe. I rub my temple briskly with one hand as I brush my teeth. What can I say to someone so broken so as to not aggravate their condition? I wouldn't lie and say there isn't an attraction, but I'm certainly not ready for a bed buddy. Deep breath as I walk out of the door, scanning the room for the clown. He's sullenly leaning against one of my bedposts, arms crossed in self defense. He looks ridiculous standing next to something so girly, all white and pink frills. He's practically taller than the post itself. At least he has a shirt on.