Chichiri snuggles down in his sheet. Ah, the silence. It is sacred,
this type of silence. He barely ever got it anymore. He tugs on his bangs
then closes his eye.
Nuriko pulls down Polaris' robe. "Stick your arms through. You look ridiculous!" Polaris does as she's told. "You're almost as old as me." Nuriko says, standing back and looking at Polaris sitting on the bed. "I'm eighteen. Much too young to have these kinds of looks." He puts a hand on his cheek.Polaris smiles and nods.
Nuriko takes his time walking over to the corner. 'Do I really want to be this nice? It's kind of uncomfortable.' His face sets stubbornly. Only tonight. Tomorrow, he would have his bed back. He doesn't care if that bitch has to sleep on the ground outside!
Polaris wakes up to being violently shaken. "Wake up! Wake up! It's noon!" "WAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Polaris flies out of bed and lands solidly onto her feet. Wincing, she turns to stare at Nuriko. His hands are on his hips and he looks down on her. Polaris' lips writher for a second, then she turns away. Why was Nuriko being so mean? She bites her lip angrily as she picks through Nuriko's armoire. She finally chooses a boy's cut kimono, the same icy green as her eyes. She dresses quickly and cautiously, not wanting Nuriko to see her body.
Nuriko turns his head as the slightly younger girl dresses, pretending not to be interested. 'My love and lust belong to Hotohori-sama. I can't allow this girl to interfere.' There is a click. Polaris is nowhere in sight. "Eh?" He opens the door in time to hear her fading footsteps. He follows suit.
Polaris tugs at her tresses as she swiftly strides down the hall. She always does that when she's nervous. After walking quite a distance, she stops. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit!" She groans to herself, pulling at her hair more. "I got myself lost again!" She taps on the nearest door. No answer. She pushes the door open slowly, her jaw drops, and she screams. A scream meets hers and surpasses it. Polaris pulls the door shut, hysterical.
Hotohori, though out of her sight, wraps his arms around himself defensively. His face is dreadfully hot as he rewraps himself in his towel. His long hair sweeps back over his shoulders as he turns away from the door and walks stiffly forward. Once there, he dresses faster than he has ever dressed before. He takes his time brushing and playing with his hair, however. Deciding himself presentable, he walks back over to the door and opens it. Cowering in a tiny ball, Polaris is covered in sweat and her face is a prominent shade of scarlet.
Before he can speak, Polaris bolts down the hallway from which she came from. Not paying very much attention, she smacks right into Nuriko. "Visiting the emperor, were you?" He asks, cracking his knuckles threateningly.
Nuriko pulls down Polaris' robe. "Stick your arms through. You look ridiculous!" Polaris does as she's told. "You're almost as old as me." Nuriko says, standing back and looking at Polaris sitting on the bed. "I'm eighteen. Much too young to have these kinds of looks." He puts a hand on his cheek.Polaris smiles and nods.
Nuriko takes his time walking over to the corner. 'Do I really want to be this nice? It's kind of uncomfortable.' His face sets stubbornly. Only tonight. Tomorrow, he would have his bed back. He doesn't care if that bitch has to sleep on the ground outside!
Polaris wakes up to being violently shaken. "Wake up! Wake up! It's noon!" "WAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Polaris flies out of bed and lands solidly onto her feet. Wincing, she turns to stare at Nuriko. His hands are on his hips and he looks down on her. Polaris' lips writher for a second, then she turns away. Why was Nuriko being so mean? She bites her lip angrily as she picks through Nuriko's armoire. She finally chooses a boy's cut kimono, the same icy green as her eyes. She dresses quickly and cautiously, not wanting Nuriko to see her body.
Nuriko turns his head as the slightly younger girl dresses, pretending not to be interested. 'My love and lust belong to Hotohori-sama. I can't allow this girl to interfere.' There is a click. Polaris is nowhere in sight. "Eh?" He opens the door in time to hear her fading footsteps. He follows suit.
Polaris tugs at her tresses as she swiftly strides down the hall. She always does that when she's nervous. After walking quite a distance, she stops. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit!" She groans to herself, pulling at her hair more. "I got myself lost again!" She taps on the nearest door. No answer. She pushes the door open slowly, her jaw drops, and she screams. A scream meets hers and surpasses it. Polaris pulls the door shut, hysterical.
Hotohori, though out of her sight, wraps his arms around himself defensively. His face is dreadfully hot as he rewraps himself in his towel. His long hair sweeps back over his shoulders as he turns away from the door and walks stiffly forward. Once there, he dresses faster than he has ever dressed before. He takes his time brushing and playing with his hair, however. Deciding himself presentable, he walks back over to the door and opens it. Cowering in a tiny ball, Polaris is covered in sweat and her face is a prominent shade of scarlet.
Before he can speak, Polaris bolts down the hallway from which she came from. Not paying very much attention, she smacks right into Nuriko. "Visiting the emperor, were you?" He asks, cracking his knuckles threateningly.