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[OOC: Following this.]

Alain wakes slowly. He's used to waking -- well, not with the dawn, these days, but early still. The morning sun in this room is filtered through curtains, but it still lights the room with a diffuse glow.

It's not his bed -- bigger, and the room is too, and oriented differently. His gunbelts are still hung over the bedpost, ready to hand, but it's a different bedpost, and there are an astonishing number of pillows. There's a head resting on his bare chest, hair spreading across his shoulder, and an arm flung over his stomach. Lilly, still fast asleep, curled in the circle of his arm.

In the back of his mind is the lingering, aching foreboding of ka-shume. Ahead today is a battle from which Alain or at least one of his dearest friends will not return.

But that's for later, and will come soon enough. Right now, he looks at the top of her head, and he smiles, a little.

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Lilly stirs, shifting position slightly, but her breathing stays relaxed and even. It's still early and Alain's still keeping her warm and close, there's not a good chance she'll wake up just yet.

Alain doesn't get fidgety, much. And Lilly's bed is very comfortable. All the same, there's only so long he can lie abed and unmoving on a morning like this one.

So, after a few minutes, he tilts his head to kiss her forehead gently. "Hile and merry-greet-the-day."

Lilly blinks, opens her eyes, and smiles sleepily up at Alain.

"What up, sai?" she says, yawning a little.

A soft laugh -- she'll feel it more than hear it, with her head on his chest.

Alain laughing makes Lilly smile, again.

It doesn't make her move, though. She's far too comfortable for that.

Comfortable silence, for a little while.

Then, "Should get up."

He doesn't move quite yet, though.

"Yeah," Lilly agrees halfheartedly.

Stage direction: They do not move.

She stretches and then curls back around him, one hand sliding up to toy absently with the silver chain he wears.

He slides back, a little, to lean more against the headboard. The first step towards getting up, without actually dislodging her.

Lilly sighs and reluctantly shifts position, one arm still around him but the other propping up her head.

"You're really serious about the getting up, aren't you?"

Faintly amused, "Say sorry."

One arm's still around her, and he runs a hand down her arm in what might be apology.

"Fine," Lilly says, as grumpily as she can manage with his arms around her.

"But there had better be coffee."

"It's your kitchen," he points out. "I get breakfast from the bar."

Lilly looks at him.

"You woke me up early and now you're arguing with me about coffee?"

She shakes her head, then grins and kisses him.

"You're lucky you're cute."

He snorts, and kisses back, lightly.

"You could go back to sleep."

Lilly shrugs, pushes her hair back and sits up a little more.

"Enh, I'm up now, might as well make the best of it."

"Sorry."

His hand slides away from her arm, though she's still resting half against him.

There's a strange scar on her collarbone, a thin line that's not obviously from any wound he recognizes. He saw it last night, of course, but they were both rather distracted, then.

Now, he traces a gentle finger along it, though he doesn't ask anything aloud.

Lilly glances at him, then down to where his finger trails along her scar.

"I got that here," she says softly, in reply to the question he's not asking. "When I met Nyarlathotep."

He's still, for a moment.

And then his arms tighten around her.

Lilly rests her head on his shoulder and doesn't say anything for a long moment. And then she takes a breath and looks up at him, smiling.

"So. Coffee?"

His smile's not back yet, but his face lightens.

"Coffee."

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