doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

I don't think my skin is real and I want to yank my eyes out. [Because they burn, but when she closes them they just hurt even more.] It's bedtime.

[When she yawns it's loud and unbridled, and very not-pretty.] C'mon.

[She rubs her eyes while taking the keys out of the ignition and opening her door, all but stumbling out of her side. If nothing else she's way too tired to be a mess, but this blunt honesty will get her in trouble so the sooner she hits the mattress the better. And he's apparently got to follow along.]

Sounds like a case of the fuckits if I've ever heard it.

[Today, unbridled yawning. Tomorrow, casual nudity. He follows her into the trailer, turning on the A/C unit on low to circulate some air in a trailer that's spent the whole ride today baking in the sun.

After that, he unceremoniously takes off his clothes and flops into bed.

Did I say tomorrow?

I meant right now.]

Mmhm.

[Yeah, the trailer is definitely too warm for clothes, not that she ever wears much when it comes to pajamas in the first place. She wiggles out of her jeans and top, and pulls her hair into the sloppiest braid in the world before crawling over him to get to her pillow. And no he doesn't catch her looking him over a bit while she goes. That's an illusion, Krieg, you're just tired. Really, really tired because she really does look.]

... Fuck me. [Her phone is in her pants, so she has to drag herself back up and over him again to get it.] Sorry.

[This would probably be easier if she just slept on the outside of the bed but since when was she ever easy? And they need an alarm clock. Or Nariko does, because she'll sleep until noon if she isn't woken up, so just give her a second to do that and put it on its charger.]

[No need to take in the view all at once. You'll be seeing a lot of this in the upcoming weeks. But, shit...that sloppy braid is cute, too. The only reason he doesn't flat-out stare is because he can't keep his eyes open.

Normally he wouldn't really mind being crawled all over but once he realizes what she's done it for, he groans.]

...the hell you need your phone for...

[Uuuuugh. Noriko, just go to sleep. They'd might as well sleep in anyway, given how late they've stayed up.]

We can't sleep all day.

[There's no way he's adequately prepared to deal with her when she's grumpy from too much sleep, better to let her wake up at some reasonable time, like ten in the morning. Besides, it doesn't take her long to finish and repeat the whole process, eventually flopping onto her side and groaning. Her spine hurts and it's warm, but she doesn't even have the mind to care about any of it.

Instead she relaxes a little more with the passing minutes, and for some reason she can't help thinking back to when they first met. That party was so incredibly fucking stupid in hindsight.]

Krieg. [ ...]

G'night. [Theres a reason you don't say the stuff that comes to mind so late at night. Nariko's not entirely sure what that reason is but better safe than sorry, right?]

[Do as you will, Noriko, but Krieg is guaranteed to sleep through the alarms. And probably her attempts to rouse him in the morning. The party is so far removed from his memory that all he really cares about is that here, right now, he feels pretty good about both the present and the future.]

Mmh.

[He's too far in to make a coherent response. That is, if "coherent response" doesn't include putting an arm over her. Okay, it's already warm, but...are you really gonna put in the effort to move this giant gun?]

[That is perfectly alright because there's a really big chance she'll sleep through it too, or that she accidentally set it for tomorrow-tomorrow, or something equally dumb like that.

For right now though ... The weight of him is unexpected, and she snaps her eyes open enough to look down and process that she isn't dreaming that half a brick is suddenly around her middle.

... It's fine, though. She doesn't mind it at all, in fact it's the exact opposite.

Nariko tries to wait until she's mostly sure that he's out for the night, and then her arm goes over his.]

[In that case, he's going to wake up bright and early at 1 PM.

Which he finds weird, because (somehow) he remembers that Noriko meant to put on an alarm. Krieg nudges her when he finds her still conked out.]

Iko? You okay?

[He assumes the alarm already went off and Noriko just chose to stay in bed, but he doesn't actually know.]

[It must have, because her phone is where she left it and the front part of Nariko made some attempt to attach itself to Krieg while her hips and legs are twisted off to some other side in a position that should be deeply uncomfortable.

His answer is a groan: She's still completely knocked out.

Good luck trying to leave the bed though, Krieg! The second you try her nails are going to dig into your skin like a vengeful cat.]

[So she's latched onto him. That's fine. He can work with this. He can sleep in for a few more hours.

But how will she react if he shifts over and tries to put her in a more comfortable position?]

[Hey, as long as he's not trying to leave her very unconscious form doesn't seem to care!

There's a little groan and some mumbling about zucchini, for whatever reason, but otherwise she's utterly pliable so long as he's within arms reach, and doesn't make any real attempt to pull her arms off of him. There's a fair chance she'll just cling even harder if he takes too long.

She's sort of like an unconsciously needy cat, man.]

[Narikitty!

After she's been positioned in a more sensible sleeping position, he reaches out to grab his phone and do a little social media while cuddled up next to Noriko. See, you don't need to hold on so tight! He's gonna stay right here.]

[That's good, because it's at least another two hours before she begins to wake up.]

Mm. [Why is she holding a giant, hard teddy bear? That's kind of weird, right? Or something. One arm finally disengages from him to rub at her eyes, and she covers her mouth while she yawns, blearily looking up at ...

Krieg. She's in bed and naked (bra and panties not counting) with Krieg. This was probably the beginning of some dream she's had before, but considering that he's apparently messing around on his phone - this is real.]

Hi. [Well.]

[Ah, sleeping beauty finally comes to us.]

Morning. [Beat. He looks at his phone's clock.] Afternoon.

[Sweet, sweet freedom, that he is using to his advantage by...still laying there. Yep.]

You feel up to lunch?

[Just chillin' in bed naked together.]

[Relictantly and with some confusion, yes. So much for not sleeping all day, but a way more important question here is why didn't he start driving while she was knocked out? Kind of seems like a waste of time but, hey, maybe he needed the off time.

Also why isn't he wearing clothes. Or at least underwear. She tries to recall last night but her memory cuts off around the moment she got in bed the first time, not the second.]

Did we ...

[She really can't seem to hep looking down but that's, uh, kinda rude ..... That and her own leg is in the way and it'd be even worse to move it for the sole purpose of looking at his cock.]

... Lunch sounds good. [It has been one day and she's already managed to make things awkward, that's got to be a new record.]

No. [You'll have to get used to it, Noriko, this is how he sleeps. He's not even remotely bothered by the question, either through aggravation or embarrassment.] We were too dogged tired to even eat dinner.

[Which is probably a contributing factor to why he's so ravenously hungry right now. Hope you're ready for a big lunch. He crawls out of her grip to get up and put his pants on before rifling through the fridge to grab what he needs to make stuff. Chicken...a few veggies...herbs./small>]

[What she needs is to get laid, she'll be fine after that. This is just some weird form of transference - it's far from the first time that she's done it when things get scary and start changing left and right.] Well at least I didn't forget anything important.

[She says it to herself, watches him go and hugs one of her pillows to her chest.]

Why didn't you go ahead and start driving?

[The sooner they get there the quicker she'll be able to cure her own stupidity.]

I wouldn't have left you with a forgettable experience. I hope.

[Hopefully Noriko will let Krieg know when things get that desperate. For all the confidence, he doesn't actually know if he's good at it at all, but he'd rather lay with her then some shmuck off the streets that probably doesn't deserve her intimate company.]

It's illegal to haul with someone in the tow.

[The more you know.]

[His answer is a flush that can be somewhat difficult to spot, given her skin ton, but it makes her cheeks and ears hot, and she half buries her face in the pillow. Doesn't he know she deserves the most random idiots to fuck around with? It's easier that way. You don't accidentally wreck valuable friendships, and she doesn't have to pretend to cope with any of her emotions!]

Really? That's stupid.

[... It actually makes a lot of sense, considering all the awful things that could happen, but she had no idea.]

Called your sister yet? [Or maybe she's cool with them rolling up out of nowhere! It's entirely possible.]

[Her reaction goes missed, as he's more preoccupied with making sure he doesn't cut off his fingers.]

A little. I get it, but it'd be convenient.

[It's true that there's less complication risks with strangers, but there's higher general risks too--given how high-profile she is. Being on the road is just going to make those risks more likely.]

I texted her yesterday, while you were driving. She says we're welcome to stay, but in her driveway--she doesn't have a guest bedroom.

Oh, wow. [Look at you Krieg, on the ball and everything! She sort of crawls out of bed in order to drag herself to her clothes and pull her jeans back on, and she pulls on a relaxed t-shirt.]

That's good, though! And here I was thinking it might be way more complicated.

[She undoes her hair from its braid.] Want me to help with anything?

[Yeah. What a concept, huh? He likes it. Being on top of things, knowing what's going on, organizing things competently. It's a better feeling than being on drugs.

...God, she's cute.]

Wanna mince this garlic?

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[There are probably a lot of things that are a lot better than being on drugs, to be fair. But if he likes being on top of things she'll keep trying to learn from him. She should ... Probably sort of have her life a little more together, too.]

I can do that.

[Small tasks aren't so bad! But she's very obviously scared of using a knife, she's uneven and very slow, too, but she's trying.]

So, what's the leading lady in your life like?

[With a little practice, he'll whip her into being a great sous chef.

But the question catches him off guard, enough to bring his attention away from his task and look at her over his shoulder.]

...what makes you bring that up?

[She pauses mid-cut to glance up at him.]

Well, we're going to see her, right? I mean, I'm not expecting to become her best friend or anything but she's important to you ...

[So she kind of has to make a decent impression, at least!]

You don't have to talk about her if you don't want to. [For once in her life she wasn't trying to pry outside of the usual! But maybe it's difficult to talk about his family considering all that occurred.]

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