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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:21 pm
"You know, if you're tired, you should just go to bed!" Came the admonishment from Imiko. "Go on, get in you're coffin. If you're that tired, you shouldn't stay up." Imiko stood up and turned off the T.V. She reached for the light switch and turned it off, letting out a small yawn as she did so. "I could use some sleep too. Get to your own bed now! Goodnight."
And, ignoring that he was at the foot of her bed, she crawled in under her covers and settled herself, though didn't fall asleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:32 pm
"Aww not even a kiss goodnight? And what if I put on a cute puppy dog face and say I'm afraid to sleep alone? Would that help me any right now?"
Vashiel actually did put on a cute face to try and see if Imiko would turn around just to see it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:36 pm
Imiko grabbed her pillow from under head and dealt a solid thwack at him by way of response. Replacing it where it belonged, she turned over on her side and let out another yawn. It was obvious she was pretty tired- she still wasn't asleep though. It could be barely made out in the darkness she was staring at the wall, a not-quite-mentally-present look on her face, and her eyes blinked softly, long eyelashes alighting upon her cheeks to be removed once more. Her feet curled up so she was in almost a lying down version of a fetal position. Her eyes closed, yet still she didn't fall asleep. It might be 30 minutes to an hour before she would actually fall asleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:50 pm
Vashiel sighed seeing as this was getting him no where. He got up and crossed the room and got into his coffin. He did not put the top on this time though. He just got himself comfortable, but not before taking a drink of some blood he left on his night stand.
"Good night Imiko, sweet dreams. I guess I might see you in there soon."
Vashiel then closed his eyes but he though more about the days events then going to sleep just yet. He wondered what kind of dreams he was to expect tomorrow from the girl he was bunking with.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:08 pm
"Night." It was a simple murmer of a word, and it was obvious Imiko was bushed. As usual, she fell asleep after 30 minutes had passed. Once more, the soft sighs escaped, almost like snores only too gentle to be described as such. Every now and then, she murmered in her sleep, though the words were indistinguishable. Her feet twitched under the covers, then suddenly stopped- as did her breathing.
No sound went forth for a long time, and every now and then the murmers continued, though no new breath was drawn to replace what was expelled. Suddenly, she started breathing again after letting out a small gasp, as if her throat had been taken hold of and suddenly released. She turned over in her sleep and entered a fetal position, and besides that remained asleep. The soft sighs resumed themselves, and she made no more unusual sounds or movements the rest of the night.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 3:59 pm
Vashiel watched Imiko from his bed and just looked at her as she fell asleep. He was surprised at how long it took her to get to sleep. When he was finally sure she was sleeping he knew it was his turn to go to sleep. The problem is that his short nap was about all he could have taken with sleep at night. He would probably just take a nap during the day. He got out of bed, but while he did not want to sleep he was not going to leave the room. Instead he decided to fill up his own dresser with his clothes. He made sure to be quiet as to not wake her. He also kept a blood packet near him taking a sip every now and then to keep himself from just ravaging Imiko.
"This is going to be one long night..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:12 pm
Imiko slowly rose when morning's light crept through the windows. She sat up slowly, and knuckled at her eyes, a long yawn escaping her. However, she lay back down and turned over, closing her eyes. It was obvious she wasn't asleep- it was as though she was refusing to get out of bed. She sat there, every now and then checking the clock at her night stand. 8:00. She still didn't stir. She started turning in the bed over and over, as if trying to be more comfortable. She checked the clock again. 8:45.
She rolled away from looking at it once more. She closed her eyes, and didn't move for another hour, but was still obviously awake. She rolled over and watched the clock, opening her closed eyes every now and then. It hit 10 o'clock, and she finally sat all the way up, knuckled her eyes once more, and got up to use the bathroom.
She walked out and sat on her bed and stared absentmindedly at the wall.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:25 pm
Vashiel saw that Imiko was up but not all the way there. During the night he had drank enough blood to allow him to not sleep for a full week but he was not going to tell Imiko. The problem was that due to the high amount of it in his system, and that he had never drank that much at once, he was in a hyper active state that would have given Imiko a run for her money. He had spent the night cleaning, at some point donning a apron which he had no idea where he had got. He had arranged his clothes in colour coded order and he had even done the same to Imiko's clothes, underwear too. He had been on auto pilot at during the night, and still was getting over his high. He skipped over to Imiko, yes skipped, and shook her awake. "Wake up sleepy head! I spent the whole night cleaning and arranging all the clothes in this room. Your wardrobe is pretty original and now it is really organized too. I also mopped the floors and set up a TiVo on our television. Now if you excuse me I need to dust the ceiling."With that Vashiel grew his typical wings and floated to the celling where he began dusting while humming this tune to himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:32 pm
Imiko blinked in amazement. Wait... organized... her drawers? She slowly stood up in zombie mode. She slowly ambled over, stumbling somewhat, and reached her dresser. She opened it. She had been haphazard in her unpacking, and had thoroughly mixed and mingled everything in random places where only she could find them. She opened the drawer where her underwear should be. There were shirts. She opened the shirt drawer. There were socks. She looked up at Vashiel, and it's a good thing he was occupied because it was one of pure venom.
Taking out the clothes and dumping them on the floor, she rearranged her dresser into its organized chaos once more. This took a good 10 minutes to do, and when she finished, she went back on her bed, flopped down, and covered her head with her pillow. GOD she hated preps. No, not just preps. She hated the world! They could all go die. She remained there, still under the pillow. It was hard to breathe, but she didn't feel like expending the energy to get up. For one so hyperactive, Imiko was not a morning person, even if she naturally woke up early. One could see it was clashing blood- the lazy human and the energetic elf within her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:42 pm
Vashiel ignored what Imiko was doing, he just kept humming and dusting until with out warning his high wore off. He was still in the air with a duster and apron on, but he had come to his senses. He looked at what he was wearing and what was in his hands...
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I BEEN DOING!"
That moment of surprise also cost him his concentration and his wing disappeared suddenly. He fell to the foot of Imiko's bed and quickly took off the apron and broke the duster in half.
"Oh god, I was cleaning, I feel so...so violated. Oh dear God! I touched your underwear, excuse me for a second."
Vashiel ran into the bathroom, turn the shower on full cold and jumped in, clothes still on. He stayed there for a few minutes and walked out dripping on water on the recently mopped floor. He walked over to Imiko's bed and collapsed on the floor next to it.
"I swear I am never ever going to drink that much blood again, that was horrible."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:48 pm
Imiko's face half turned from the pillow. Her hair covered it, but in place of her eye was an evil glint worthy of anime. "If you ever mess with my stuff again," She said in a harsh, surprisingly masculine voice, "I'll *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*" The words following the 'I'll' are too graphic in nature to record here, suffice to say that even one who's been on the earth for over a century would have dropped their jaw at her words. She continued to glare at him, then slowly dropped her head down completely under the pillow again. A yawn followed, and she continued to just lay there. Yes, Imiko was DEFINITELY not a morning person.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:58 pm
Vashiel recoiled at what Imiko said at him. Shock and awe in his eyes He moved back a few feet, shaking from the cold water on his body.
"I didn't mean to, I only drank all that blood so that I wouldn't drink yours. But do me a favour, if I ever drink more than 4 packets in a day, feel free to slap me. Now would you like some coffee or something? Apparently I brewed some while under the influence."
Vashiel pointed to the small table in the room where stood a coffee maker and two cups. Next to it was some cream and sugar to boot. He had no idea where all those things came from but right now he was in no mood to even think about what he had down over the night.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 5:07 pm
Imiko looked to the side once more. The look on her face looked horrible. She was just like Kyouya on the anime they had just watched- the low blood pressure evil lord upon waking. "I don't want any of your damn coffee..." Came the words, slowly but surely. She burrowed under her covers and covered her head with them. She didn't move for a good 30 minutes. It was 10:55 before she finally rose. She stumbled over to the coffee and made herself welcome for a cup.
"G'Morning," she said, drowsy but otherwise like her normal self and totally unlike the person he had just seen. "Thanks for making coffee. When did the dorm get so clean?" She looked around, and shrugging, turned on the T.V. An episode of The Melancholy of Haruhi was on, and she watched with a pleasant smile on her face.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 5:16 pm
Vashiel had a confused look in his face, apparently Imiko had a dark side during the mornings. He was actually impressed, if a bit shocked too. He simple shrugged the whole thing off with a single mumbled word.
"Women...sheesh."
He walked over and took himself some coffee. He was going to go off blood for a few days at least and try eating regular people food. He was still a bit wet, even despite the half hour of sitting around but he just ignored his occasional shiver.
"Both the coffee and cleaning are my fault. Don't ask about that and I will not ask about what came out of your mouth half an hour ago."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 5:19 pm
Imiko tilted her head to the side, but decided not to ask. She knew she had a bad temper when she first woke up, but she was pretty sure this had been one of the mornings where she'd stayed in bed long enough to rest it out. No matter. She stood and, finishing her coffee, headed for the shower. It didn't matter she'd already taken one the night before- she liked taking hot showers. Locking the door behind her, she entered the shower.
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