douze. [rl with kamina]

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[ As silly as it was, Sheryl was feeling pretty cheery from that secret. She waited for Kamina by the front of her hotel, hoping that he'd actually wear appropriate clothing (i.e. a shirt) as she tapped her foot, humming to herself. This was a songwriting sort of mood. She was wearing her usual getup of aviators and a floppy hat; the sun had mostly set by now, but she liked being able to go around unrecognized. ]

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[ she does wake up vaguely around four in the morning, making confused sorts of noises as she... feels around under the pillows for him. She's mostly asleep okay? okay. ]

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[kamina sort of sleeps like a log, but this is about the time he gets up in soul society for chores so the noises actually kind of wake him up rather than becoming background noise in his dreams. he looks over the edge of the bed at her fumbling. i-it's. sort of adorable. he crawls back in, anticipating many bruises. sigh, the things he does for his lady.]

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[ that's okay, she'll just stick to octopus-like cuddling for now. you may be suffocated but you won't be bruised ]

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[h-hooray, suffocation.... (unsure)]