[AQ] Sleep For a Week [Keiko & Juon]

[Juon]

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Sleep is for the Weak
+ Description: With all this talk of x-eggs and guardian characters people seem to forget they're still teenagers! Why not have a sleep over to catch up on the latest high school drama?
+ Gossip with each other about scandals and rumors!: -2 Guardians, +2 Faberge, +1 Roost
+ Confide in each other about personal problems: +1 Guardians, +2 Faberge, -2 Roost
+ Pillow fights are the only way to go!: -1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, +2 Roost
+ Try to sneak some discussion in about Guardian Characters: +2 Guardians, -2 Faberge, +1 Roost
+ Go to sleep early, this is all ridiculous: -1 Guardians, -2 Faberge, +2 Roost
+ Requirements: At least 2 participants
+ Submitted by Cherimsy

Corea Juon was awake.

Normally, this wouldn't be too big of a problem; it was the weekend, his homework was done, he'd studied for most of his subjects, and he was seated on the floor of his dorm room with a WiiU gamepad in his hands, playing mindless rounds of Splatoon. Even Clip was quiet, having retreated back into his egg for the night to rest; he hadn't bothered him all evening, much to the safety of Juon's patience.

Hanabusa Nao was asleep.

But that was old news; it was, after all, Nao, who was sleepy or sleeping more often than he was actually awake. He was used to this; it was how it generally went, as he and Nao had been dorming together for quite some time. He's come to know Nao's routines--or rather, lack thereof--but he'd gotten used to it all, and dealing with Nao wasn't a big deal at times like this. But the problem wasn't Nao, but rather...

Mori Keiko was also awake.

And in his dorm room.

And not leaving.

Juon didn't know what to do about this. He figured that she would've left when Nao fell asleep, but she'd continued to hang around. The hours (was it hours? It might not've been hours. But it certainly felt like hours) ticked by, and he continued to wait for her to leave (so that he could sleep), but she seemed to have no intention of going anywhere.

It was driving him up a wall; he felt too uncomfortable with her presence to attempt sleeping, or even to do so much as move from his current position. He'd long tired of Splatoon, but felt too awkward to shut it down and move to something else--but even then, he didn't even know what that would be. Sleep dragged at his eyes, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach was keeping him awake.

The feeling that Mori Keiko was still in his room.

[Keiko]

Sleeping was an activity that Keiko had, more often than not, prefered to do alone. At the state of rest the body was left most vulnerable, and for the icy-glared queen of Seiyo, being seen as weak was something that placed her on edge, and was a situation she avoided more often than not. Knowing that she was left powerless used to put her on high alert to the point of being unable to sleep, but ever since she started spending nights over at the Matsuo residence, her uncertainty had significantly lowered. Enough that she was more than a little comfortable to sneak in to Juon and Nao’s room at night, with every intention of not leaving as she sat comfortably by Nao’s side. Her platonic partner was already passed out, snug under is more-expensive-than-Keiko-can-picture duvet, which probably was the normal sign either Keiko should leave or fall asleep as well.

She did neither.

Awake, she had been spending the last fifty minutes or so watching Juon dick around on some sort of video game she didn’t entirely recognize- it was something to do with squids and kids. Was it a kid? A squid? A kid? A squid? A kid- whatever the case, she didn’t really get it, and neither did her little guardian Himeko. The character had tucked herself to sleep at Nao’s side, leaving Keiko more or less alone to amuse herself. She had enough time to take down her laurels- switching her trademark hairstyle for a simple over the shoulder plaited braid- so by the time a solid hour had gone by and Keiko had decided that she was more or less over this ink-spraying business all together.

A foot was raised, unceremoniously, and pressed against the center of Juon’s back in a slow jabbing motion before retracting. Her majesty leaned against her hand as she called out to get his attention. “Hey.” She leaned forward a bit more, elbow resting against her own knee. “Do you know what a character transformation is?”

[Juon]

As casual and comfortable as Keiko had gotten, Juon had been stiffly refusing to budge; he was still in his uniform, hair still kept, suspenders still on his shoulders. The only thing he'd done was undo the first button of his shirt, simply because it was stuffy in the tiny room--which, mind, was not made for three people, which made it even less tolerable to be in. They had an A/C, sure, but it only did so much to help, and it was only on low; and he wasn't about to go and turn it up, no matter how badly he may have wanted to.

Finally though he did move, as his entire body tensed up very suddenly when something was pressed into the small of his back, instinctively making him flinch forward and shrug his shoulders, turning around to see that Keiko had jabbed at him with her foot.

"Of course I do," he snapped in reply, his annoyance shooting up tenfold in an instant. Not only was it high already from her being here, but then the jab, and now to bring up such a subject out of nowhere. "I can do one. Can you?"

Character Transformation... easily his least-favorite aspect of Clip's power. The... whatever it was that he transformed into--Gravity Thief--was so... scary. Sure, power surged through him in a way that made him feel like he could crush anything in his way, and he could perform incredible feats and bounds, but he was... blind. Forced to rely on himself, his own senses, turn his focuses inward. Something that he hated; outwardly, he wanted to be able to help his allies, be able to cooperate and fight alongside others--but when he was like that, he was bound from doing all of that. He had only himself; everyone, and everything else was completely irrelevant.

He hated facing himself like that. It was terrifying.