Aya became slowly aware, a groggy haze surrounding his senses. He
listened, only to hear soft breathing right by his ear. That, and the fact
that he couldn't feel his bed underneath him told him that he wasn't at
home, safe and sound in his room. Though, curiously, only his back was
cold, there was something incredibly warm and soft draped over him, like a
blanket or comforter. It sure as hell felt nice. Then, he opened his
eyes.
"What the hell??????!!!" his mind screamed, but all that came out was a short raspy croak.
"What, is Ken doing on my lap?" The red head winced as *cough* other implications of that sentence came to mind.
"Damn, I've been listening to Youji for too long. But that still doesn't solve the question of why he's there…" Then he spoke out loud.
"Ken. Wake up." He hissed. Ken yawned, and opened hazy brown eyes, gazing up at Aya in a cutely confused way. For some reason, the Katana user was reminded of a puppy, all eyes and paws.
"whaaa…?" the still sleepy brunette mumbled.
"Ken. Off, now." That statement was accompanied by a gentle shove, depositing Ken onto the cold floor. That sure woke him up.
"ACK!! Waaaaa!"
"What were you doing sitting on me?" Aya asked in his normal cold voice.
"Well...Uh, it wasn't exactly my fault…" The soccer player said nervously. Aya raised his eyebrow in a snobbish aristocratic, elegant arch.
"Oh? And pray tell, exactly whose fault was it?"
"Umm…you kinda pulled me there…" This statement was accompanied by slow, inconspicuous backpedaling by Ken, who didn't like the closeness of his leaders hand to his beloved Katana.
"I pulled you there." Aya said in a neutral voice, Ken nodded in agreement.
"You actually were acting kinda cute…" earth toned boy mumbled, or at least he intended to, but unfortunately the man of ice heard what he had said.
"Cute? CUTE??!! I do not act cute!" Aya stormed, crossing his arms roughly, concealing a hiss of pain from jostling his injured side. Then he got kinda curious. "What did I do to give you that impression?" Ken shrugged sheepishly.
"You snuffled."
Aya promptly face faulted and passed out.
"What the hell??????!!!" his mind screamed, but all that came out was a short raspy croak.
"What, is Ken doing on my lap?" The red head winced as *cough* other implications of that sentence came to mind.
"Damn, I've been listening to Youji for too long. But that still doesn't solve the question of why he's there…" Then he spoke out loud.
"Ken. Wake up." He hissed. Ken yawned, and opened hazy brown eyes, gazing up at Aya in a cutely confused way. For some reason, the Katana user was reminded of a puppy, all eyes and paws.
"whaaa…?" the still sleepy brunette mumbled.
"Ken. Off, now." That statement was accompanied by a gentle shove, depositing Ken onto the cold floor. That sure woke him up.
"ACK!! Waaaaa!"
"What were you doing sitting on me?" Aya asked in his normal cold voice.
"Well...Uh, it wasn't exactly my fault…" The soccer player said nervously. Aya raised his eyebrow in a snobbish aristocratic, elegant arch.
"Oh? And pray tell, exactly whose fault was it?"
"Umm…you kinda pulled me there…" This statement was accompanied by slow, inconspicuous backpedaling by Ken, who didn't like the closeness of his leaders hand to his beloved Katana.
"I pulled you there." Aya said in a neutral voice, Ken nodded in agreement.
"You actually were acting kinda cute…" earth toned boy mumbled, or at least he intended to, but unfortunately the man of ice heard what he had said.
"Cute? CUTE??!! I do not act cute!" Aya stormed, crossing his arms roughly, concealing a hiss of pain from jostling his injured side. Then he got kinda curious. "What did I do to give you that impression?" Ken shrugged sheepishly.
"You snuffled."
Aya promptly face faulted and passed out.