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[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. ]

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[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. . .]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . he smiles. a tiny, soft thing, surprisingly warm and fond compared to his usual mischievous grins and sharp smirks. he lets out a silent, breathless huff, and shifts to lay her head on his shoulder next. his own thunks up against the wall, eyes slipping shut]

[if she's still asleep, then he might as well repay the favor. right?]

[flyingsolos]

[ All of the shifting and movement makes her stir-- but for no longer than a second, and Rion isn't even registering what's going on beyond feeling a sense of warmth and comfort. Kind of like a pillow, so she instinctively nuzzles into it and with no more than a small, drowsy murmur, falls right back into total unconsciousness.

Sorry, Akira. Give her another hour. ]

[purrtagonist]

[it's cool, he's drifting off again, too. this time with his cheek pillowed against the top of her head. cozy. . .]

[sure hope someone doesn't walk in on them like this]

[parttimes]

[wow what would be the odds of that.

That is, Kou's definitely not meaning to walk in on them, but sometimes you've got a teammate who's been missing for a bit, and while Kou's not really the sort to shoot her a lot of messages or fret overly much...he's definitely looking for her? Of course he is.

It's just.

That he wasn't expecting to walk in on this.]

He-- [...y.......... Hey.....

Never mind.

He cuts himself off abruptly, mouth opening and then closing, eyebrow arching. Well then!! Rion told him about her crush, but it seems like things are going well on that front? Probably? This seems pretty crush-like to him, if he had to say.]

[flyingsolos]

[ Amazingly enough, Rion still doesn't stir. Give her a minute, maybe, or keep talking, Kou.

But there she is, your teammate, safe and sound and pillowed. It's better than the floor. It's much better than the floor. ]

[purrtagonist]

[yeah, uh. Akira isn't stirring yet, either. probably because he didn't hear that initial "he--"]

[SAY SOMETHING ELSE, KOU]

[parttimes]

[HE KIND OF WANTS TO LET THEM REST THOUGH???

So like.

He's going to stand there indecisively for a bit, and then sigh and rub the back of his head.]

Good grief... [yare yare

If that's not enough to wake them up, he's out-y.]

[flyingsolos]

[ She's heard many a yare yare from Kou by this point, and the familiarity of his voice does the trick. Mostly.

Rion at least moves, eyes scrunching more tightly shut for a minute until she opens them to peer blearily at-- oh, huh. ]

Kou-kun...?

[purrtagonist]

[still sleeping]

[hi. . . . . .]

[parttimes]

[...Well.

Too late to retreat, so instead he takes refuge in a dry tone.]

Am I interrupting something? I can go.

[flyingsolos]

Huh? What do you mean, interr--

[ But then Rion abruptly stops and reaches up, because it feels like there's a light pressure on her head and that's--

Akira's hair. And that means she was resting on...

Well, now she's flushing red and trying to shift herself upright without flat-out dropping Akira. ]

It's not like that!!

[purrtagonist]

[UNFORTUNATELY, it's pretty impossible to do that without dropping him. and she moves so quickly that there's no way he doesn't register the movement. FORTUNATELY, he catches himself and remains upright, even though he's kind of. blinking at Kou dimly now, like he hasn't quite registered he's there yet]

H. . . huh?

[but then it clicks, and he blinks a few more times before covering his mouth with a yawn]

Ah. . . hey, Kou.

[unlike Rion he seems perfectly calm]

[parttimes]

Hey, Akira. Hey Rion.

[Hmm...]

Sorry if I was interrupting canoodling.

[Kou.]

[flyingsolos]

... You... what did I just say??

[ Kou, do you have a death wish? ]

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[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . .]

[purrtagonist]

It's fine. We'll find someplace more private next time.






[anyway, RIP Akira]

[parttimes]

[..... Wow.

Like.

That just gets a low whistle out of him.

RIP, Akira.]

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion may grumble and glare and be vaguely threatening, but that usually does the trick.

Now, though? Not only is Akira getting an unforgiving elbow in the ribs, but if he doesn't dodge, that's also a fist to the jaw following.

And then she's slipping off the bench to stalk away with only a warning glare if anyone so much as opens their mouth. ]

[purrtagonist]

[Akira probably could dodge, but this time, he totally isn’t. so there’s a sharp pain in his ribs followed by a neat right hook, and he is totally laid out onto the bench within seconds with a pained yell]

[ow]

[ow!!!]

[parttimes]

[O...uch.... Kou's definitely wincing (too far, the teasing went to far), but he'll let Rion cool off before he chases her down, since it's pretty obvious that's what she wants right now.

And for Akira, dryly:]

Doing a good job there with the wooing.

[WHAT A CHAMP.]

[purrtagonist]

[with a groan, he pushes himself back up again, hand pressed gingerly against his soon-to-be-bruised jaw]

Ow. . .

[. . . he probably deserved that. . .]

Not. . . my best showing. . .

[parttimes]

Not quite, no...

[Hm.]

There's definitely a blinding line of "do not cross" with Rion. In like, neon lights. Flashing.

[Which Akira just casually crossed.]

[purrtagonist]

[gives him a bleary look, Mr. DID I INTERRUPT CANOODLING??]

I’ll apologize later. . .

[after she’s cooled down]