The buzzing of an alarm wakes him before seven the following morning.
Bleary and half awake, Sesshoumaru spends far longer than he'd like to admit blindly smacking at his clock before he realizes its hers blaring at him over the phone.
"Hold on!"
Her voice is as groggy as he feels, and he falls back onto his pillows, rubbing his hand tiredly over his face. The sound of her sheets rustling and knees thumping in her rush to turn off the offensive racket is almost amusing.
"Sorry. I guess that woke you."
"Yes."
"Oh." A prolonged silence and then, "Breakfast?"
