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near the end of their third day of investigation

[purrtagonist]

[it's not like investigating the storm was particularly physically taxing, beyond Akira needing to use his athletic strength to maneuver his way around the ruined city. but even so, the end of their reconnaissance mission leaves him pretty wiped (the lack of proper food and water probably doesn't help), to the point of where he makes his way back to the station for rest]

[Rion will find him sitting on a dusty bench, back pressed against the wall, arms folded and shoulders slumped. his head is bowed, chin tucked against his chest, and his legs crossed. he looks. . . peaceful, with his eyes closed and his glasses sitting folded on the bench next to him]

[peaceful enough to pester! or to let nap? actually, is he napping, or is he still awake? good question. WHY DON'T YOU INVESTIGATE, RION]

[flyingsolos]

[ SURE THING, HELPFUL SUGGESTIVE BRACKETS.

Rion is definitely drained by the end of this investigation, though she's had a few opportunities to rest by now. Largely against her will, but hey, she's managed. More importantly, it means she can check on her other friends, and it's while doing so that she runs across Akira conked out on the bench.

... Maybe he's conked out, she can't tell, so she'll step closer and lean in a little to try and peer at his face. ]

Akiiiiiiira.

[ She'll start there. ]

[purrtagonist]

[no response. . .]

[maybe he actually is asleep? he's breathing, so that's a good sign, but he isn't really responding]

[flyingsolos]

[ ... Hm. Okay, so maybe he's actually asleep. He took the time to take his glasses off, so he didn't just pass out unceremoniously like 9S had, which is reassuring enough.

But he's going to get a sore neck if he keeps sleeping like this, so Rion settles on the bench beside him, occupying the other side that his glasses haven't claimed. A thoughtful pause, and then she reaches out to give his shoulder a gentle shake.

After all, if she can wake him up long enough to get him to lie down somewhere, he'll probably still be groggy to the point that he'll be able to fall back asleep quickly. ]

[purrtagonist]

[there's no initial response, although he does rock to the side when she shakes his shoulder. but then, on the rebound, instead of correcting himself and remaining upright, he tilts]

[and tilts]

[annnnd tilts]

[until his head drops against her shoulder, tucked gently against the crook of her neck]

[flyingsolos]

H-hey!

[ this is a very strangled-sounding squeak, and Rion nearly jerks to the side out of sheer surprise, although realizing that would mean Akira's head clunking gracelessly on the bench means she stays put just in time. ]

[purrtagonist]

[she. . . just might. . . feel the slow curve of a smile grow against her shoulder, followed by a muffled, groggy]

Rain check.

[hm]

[flyingsolos]

[ ... This punk. ]

I can't believe you... just how long have you been awake??

[purrtagonist]

[a breathless laugh, and he still doesn't lift his head from her shoulder]

I was never asleep.

[flyingsolos]

...

[ She's just going to reach over and across to flick him on the forehead, since he's so nice and close now. ]

[purrtagonist]

[aapoisdop hey! but even that isn't enough to get him to lift his head; he just rubs his forehead with two fingers and. . . pouts. kind of]

Hey. . . you said I had a week.

[flyingsolos]

Yeah. To let me know, not to sneak-attack me with it.

[ Though she still also hasn't moved. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . he might be curling up next to her side a little more than what is strictly necessary for someone resting his head on her shoulder. aha]

But I'm sneaky by nature. I can't deny my true self.

[flyingsolos]

... [ a sigh that's more amused than aggravated as she leans back against the wall, likely bringing Akira with her. If she's going to let him snag her shoulder, she might as well settle in and valiantly not think about how it feels like he's slightly cuddling. ]

I'm not going to sit here forever, you know. Sure you want to spend your pillow time talking?

[purrtagonist]

Depends. How much pillow time do I get?

[sass forever]

[flyingsolos]

An hour, if I'm feeling nice.

[purrtagonist]

[HM]

On a scale of one to ten, how nice are you feeling?

[flyingsolos]

I'm tempted to lop off fifteen minutes.

[ Ah, friendship. ]

[purrtagonist]

Forty-five, then.

[HM]

Yeah, I'll sleep.

[despite his teasing, he is pretty tired. he further adds--]

If it gets uncomfortable, just shove me away.

[flyingsolos]

As long as you don't dig your chin in my shoulder, this isn't all that bad.

[ Rather-- ]

If you get too uncomfortable, let me know.

[purrtagonist]

Mmm. . .

[okay, despite his sass, it sounds like his exhaustion is catching up to him. he's cozy and comfortable, and Rion is warm, so. . .]

[it doesn't take him too long to drift off]

[flyingsolos]

[ Well. She likes to think she's better than just slumping against the wall, but Akira's already asleep when she thinks to be sassy about it.

Which is fine. She'll stay still and let him sleep-- for a lot longer than forty-five minutes, as it turns out. ]

[purrtagonist]

[thankfully for Rion, who is probably extremely bored by now, Akira doesn't sleep much longer than forty-five minutse]

[by the time he jolts awake, inhaling sharply as the world suddenly comes back into focus, he's pretty much slumped bonelessly against her side. he pushes himself up immediately thought, stifling a yawn as he scrubs at one eye]

[flyingsolos]

[ Ordinarily, yes. She'd be extremely bored.

However, Rion, in her quest to be a good, unmoving pillow and also due to a variety of factors that mostly involve dealing with a ton of dust storms and hauling heavy robots back to the station-- is not awake at the moment.

It's impossible to tell just when she'd drifted off, but as soon as Akira shoots upright, she immediately sags to the side. ]

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[oops]

[Akira is aware enough to realize she's slumping, and one hand shoots out to catch her by the shoulder so she doesn't, you know. flop uncomfortably onto the bench. or wake up! he blinks at her groggily a few times, even though all he can really see is the crown of her head, covered in pink hair as it is. there's a moment's pause, before. . .]