Well he was asleep in like .000000001 seconds flat. Next time they travelled? Walking. Either that or they were taking breaks longer than 15 seconds. Ehhh. Roll over. Try to get comfortable. Roll back onto back. FLLLLAIIIILLL. Not really but still. Sucking in a deep breath she began to concentrate on her breathing. Aaaand zonk. Out like a light in less then five mins.

But it didn't last long. About four hours later she was waking. Stretch, cover her mouth while yawning, stand up slowly, so she didn't get dizzy and fall over and die. Walk over to the bed, locate Raijin's shoulder aaaaaand -poke.

"Raijin."

Poke.

"Raijin."

Poke

"Raijin."

Poke.
Poke.
Poke.

"Raijin."
Jab.

"Rairai."
Jab jab.

Push.
"Raijin?"

She yawned again before rolling him until he was facing the wall. 'Laying in your spot. Stealing all your warmphs.' achievement get. If she had been in a more conscious state of mind she wouldn't have dared bothering him, but seeing how she was still tired she couldn't give two flying fucks.

Snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.~

Yeah, not even a twitch. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.~

Nap time was over. Damn. She arched her back in a stretch. The two hours of added sleep proved to help her. She wasn't a near zombie any more. She wanted to lay there. The eternal battle between being bored, and not wanting to move. Errrgh. Boredom won this time. She sat up, shuddering, trying to wake her muscles up more and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She felt the rough and thick material against her stomach. The robes were baggy, two sizes too large for her, and a bit long as well.

"Raijin?" She called. . . . Silence was all she was greeted with. Lightning Sage? Was that what he called himself? Lord, he slept like Rock Sage. Eye roll. She was bored, and to be blatant, scared of what might be in his room. To her his room could have been perched on a cliff. So she moved to the only other place she knew. The rug and meditation mats.

Breathe in positive, exhale the negative. Positive. Negative. Positi- snore. Negative. Positive. Nega- SNORE. She would get through this! Inhale. Exhale. Inhale Ex-Snoooooore~- She twitched then sighed. It's like the world didn't want her to keep her temper.

He was too busy sleeping to caaaare. And with his weird dreams; she was lucky he was the type to go hyper-paralyzed when he was actually asleep. If his body so much as twitched; then he wasn't fully asleep. Ramrod straight ad impossible to budge? Oh yeah. Sound asleep. The snoring was a rarer thing; only when he was so dead that he passed out with his head in the wrong positions, or else forgot to activate the little seal he'd put in his throat to keep it properly open. Like tonight. If he could have; he would have rolled over; but eeeeeh. Comfortable. Dreaming wonderfully retardedly psychotic dreams. Weeeeeee.~~~

Getting up and walking to the bed she flopped and rolled Raijin over. Blinking once. "Wake up. I'm fourteen and I have the attentioon span of a squirrel." She opted for poking him in the neck softly until he decided to wake his ass up.

-TOPIC EXIT-

-5 Hours later-

With a now glorious bruise covering HALF OF HIS NECK; the elder realized he was basically breathing rocks, and decided it was time to see what the hell happened. Even if he really wanted about ten hours more sleep. Whining almost pathetically, he shifted and fell back onto the bed; noticing two things fairly fast. Himi was awake, and his entire arm was numb. Joyfuckingsex.

Well; she was up; time to get breakfast or something. Yeah... food. Coffee... or more likely tea. Ew. Coffee. What they hell. He really was wiped out. Bleh.

"Food. Follow." Wild hair and all; he'd take her down to the kitchens and get them something to eat; then they could go off and do shit. Like get her clothing. And avoiding his uncles. That was a plan. Yes. That. Woot.

Aaaaaand he was gone; out the door, dragging her gruffly by the loose robes and mild dickish nature fueled by his screaming stomach. He'd go normal again after some food.

-exit-