"This girl is crazy," Zero muttered.
The two had once again fallen asleep in the living room after Noelle dragged him there to watch Sherlock Holmes. The main character spoke some funny type of English that made everything sound incredibly dramatic - but other than the weird accent, Zero thought the detective mysteries pretty intriguing. He solved one of the stories in his head before the result showed in the story, but that was one out of six episodes they had watched.
Once again, Noelle was sleep talking… and sleep walking.
"GAH!" She yelped in her sleep. "Suivez-ils! Depechez-vous, mesieurs!" Noelle's eyes were tight in concentration as she fumbled around with the comforter Zero had drape over her lanky frame. "FASTER, IDIOTS!"
A few minutes of silence. Zero sighed. Maybe she passed the REM sleep cycle by now…
"I SAID THE GREEN CAR, STUPID!"
Zero smirked, his eyes still closed but understanding they were losing to sleep. Sounded as if Noelle was addressing Zero in her sleep. She was never stingy with name-calling when it came to Zero.
Suddenly, she leapt up and shuffled zombie-style to the kitchen. Zero stood up and cautiously followed her. The last time Zero caught Noelle sleepwalking, she was holder a plunger and trying to break out her balcony door, all while mumbling some Dr. Seuss poems and missing her left sock. Zero failed to stifle a laugh in the first time in his life that evening.
Noelle relocated to the neighbouring sofa over a 3-minute, drunken shuffle while mumbling some more French phrases and tumbled slowly into the seats. When Zero noticed moments later that Noelle's muscles relaxed, he relocated the comforter to follow Noelle and then crept back to his sofa to settle in. Well, that wasn't as bad as last time.
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Hm. This must be a dream. Whaddya want, Zero muttered.
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All Zero saw was blackness but his other senses were very much functional. He smelled the fruit basket from the kitchen, he felt the folds in the comforter, he heard his own breathing. Now if only had the energy to open his eyes.
"Zero, je te dis… tu est tres joli." Zero's eyes opened. Great. French girl was muttering again. He stretched his body to get a better view of Noelle's expression. The soft moonlight traced a face peaceful but tired and sad.
"Zero, je t'aime, j'aime tes yeux… mais tu as les yeux pour Yuuki seulement, n'est-ce pas? Tu l'aime comme femme?" What was she thinking now, that Yuuki was Watson or something? And that the three of them were on the scene of a murder? Zero made a mental note not to ever watch sensory overloaded films right before sleeping. They really infest themselves in Noelle's stupid dreams and nightmares...
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"Je suis ton amie, toujours, tu sais?" Maybe that meant something along the lines of dusting for fingerprints or DNA matching at the crime scene. Zero really ought to invest in one of those smartphones that could translate audio clips and real conversations.
After a final sigh, Noelle drifted into silent sleep again. Zero peeked at Noelle one last time before entering a undisturbed slumber himself. His last memory before the next day was the young brunette's strained expression but hopeful smile, her hands clenching the pillow and her figure outlined by the moonlight.
She really was quite beautiful when she wanted to be.