Maybe it'd just been in her head...?
That'd totally make sense, she figged - the day had been full of laughter, wall-to-another-brick-in-the-wall, after all! (On the ball, great and small, Lucas Baker had a great fall - she was getting ahead of herself, there, and yet her head continued to spin off into rhyme after rhyme after rhyme in the back of her thoughts, composing a novelty song that played itself in background ambiance and composed itself at the same time.)
But she could have sworn that they'd both been wide-awake when they'd dove onto the bed - her cannonball-style, and him flying-squirrel...!
Not only because the bounce had been so, well... bouncy, like they were a couple big people-shaped ping-pong balls on water - surely that couldn't have been done by half-accident! - but because she knew that she'd heard his snicker-snacking cackle under hers, during the dive.
And yet...!
As soon as she'd tipped over from butt to side, head ploppin' down onto his arm and nuzzling into its semi-convenient skinny pillow, she'd found his eyes shut.
His face unmoving, even at her proximity - the framework of a satisfied smile still suspended onto it.
He was still but for his breathing.
...Her smile settled, relaxed, as her eyebrows lifted high to form a roof.
Awwwww.
...Maybe she hadn't just imagined it 'cause hearing it just would've... seemed right - to have fit the pattern of the rest of the day, of nothing but sound from the both of them; cackles for cackles and cackles for jokes and whoops feeding into each other and rising and rising high over clamoring guitars; what a heart-pounding show it had been, and how she'd forgotten all about what a thrill it was to be co-audience members in a show with somebody, both in on the joy, let alone to feed off of someone else's creative energy and keep it loopin' by sharing and sharing and sharing, let alone to feel your heart soar at having an ideal audience member hollering like that just for you...!
- She felt her chest vibrate a little with a fresh little giggle that she scrunched her nose and shut her eyes into, as clean adrenaline and electricity came a-rushing on through her blood in a nice cool buzzy high-singing little wave at reliving a series of fresh memories of each of those things, and for a moment, she imagined that she was one of Gundham's guinea pigs, vibrating under the hand she'd had on it one day back when the two of them were kids, and you know what...!
Maybe he had gotten one laugh outta him before he'd passed out. Maybe something like that had come over him - laughter did come easy, at times, as did crashing...!
She thought this in vivid hops and skips of thought as she, herself, hopped and skipped up closer to him on her side, flopping-fish-y. She threw an arm around him that landed with a half-limp whump on him before she wrapped it around him and wriggled up all the closer; she nuzzled at his collarbone through the fabric of his shirt, feeling its sharpness on her cheek...
...and her nose scrunched fresher, and harder, as she cut a wide grin, ear-to-ear, on it pouring into her senses that he practically sopped with the scents of beer and weed.
Hee-yeah... That'd account for passing out in a hurry, she guessed...!
She tilted her head up to give him a peck on the tip of that long nose of his - eyes shutting for gusto into a tiny move, meaning it as a show of endearment for her own sake; another little awwwwww.
When her eyes fluttered back open, they fluttered open softened, the endearment sweetened. Quieted.
Allowed to just be.
She lifted her hand and moved it gingerly, grazing along the surface of an invisible shape in the air, not wanting to disturb him, as fat a chance as there was of that - just in caaaaaase! a pinched and somehow not-so-indoorsy stage-whisper hissssssssed! in her skull; ha... she may have learned to be an expert at wringing the most out of every moment that she could, but she'd never been so good at making these kinds...!
...At least not in ways that'd ever felt so full.
Buzzed so warm and tuneful till she could feel the waves and vibrations in her heart.
Weightlessly - gradually - she slipped that hand under his cheek.
Softly, gingerly, too - trying to take up no more space than she needed it to, trying not to pop the bubble, she spoke.
"...Ibuki's glad that you're you."
She held her eyes half-open on shut ones; began to thumb in simple, stroking little skims against his collarbone, side of a long nail just-catching against skin.
She blinked once long, slow.
Her eyes reopened out of it only barely, a weight settling comfortably into the upper lids.
She smiled at it; took a fistful of his shirt with her upper hand to fit further into one pleasant feeling for another.
"Ibuki's so, so happy you - ...turned out to be you."
The last word depleted to a tiny mew.
It pulled back in, with a teeny little squeak, as she took the lightest, most truly airy inhale she felt like she might have ever taken; one more turn in her head to settle against the fabric of his sleeve, falling into envelopment in the bubbles and humming and thrumming in her chest just as he'd fallen asleep laughing at the end of a day full of happy noise.
Without turning out the lights, she settled fully, expecting and heartened to expect that they would wake up in the morning exactly in the place they'd fallen asleep.
In a wave of thought through black that he might remember as a dream later, Lucas thought he heard Ibuki talk, and one corner of his mouth twisted up at the pride burnin' in his chest right up till it ached so good...!
He hadn't heard that one in a long, long time - ...!