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[halfbrokenwings]

Who: halfbrokenwings and brynkitten
What: all the cuffs stuck together!
When: backdated to the night it all went down-
Where:Barracks!

[Though, the halls were rather creepy at night, and outside even more so- the bard had no choice with the time of night that she entered the halls. She'd gotten her wings wet while bathing and that takes hours to dry.

So it was past suppertime when she was wandering through the halls. A cuff was dangling on her wrist, that she couldn't explain. In her other hand there was a key- and the key did not fit to the cuff. She was not inclined to mess with it overly much after the fiasco with the pumpkins. If she'd ignored it, it would go away eventually- right?

Everything else had.]

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LATEFOREVER

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back at Bryn, glad at least that it wasn't so horrible a place to stay then that the other girl felt compelled to go elsewhere.]

I am glad I could provide this then, with what has happened.

[She suddenly giggles.]

I had the silly notion that we would be able to somehow dress appropriately for our sleep. Then I realized belatedly that this would be impossible with our wrists together like this. We'd be ripping slits into shifts, and our daytime clothes would have to hang between us if we were able to get it off at all.

[It has to be late for this to make the bard giggly.]

NUH-UH

[brynkitten]

[The mental picture of them trying to get into any sort of clothes for sleeping in, for getting out of their own with their hands together and those wings, well, it makes Bryn smile as well, amused.]

That doesn't sound comfortable at all, and I don't know about you but I'm not about to rip holes in any of this just to get it off. We'd have just as many issues trying to get something back on.

[Shaking her head slightly, Bryn looked to the bed, and then back to Isabella.]

Do you prefer the inside or the outside?

UH HUH

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She holds a hand to her mouth to cover the smile even though the giggling is heard clearly. It is a funny thought! She just might have to make a song about the whole situation- foes that were chained together, or some such thing- and the shenanigans involved... hmmm.]

Actually, uh- I've never really thought of it.

[She's never shared a bed but for the one time where out of exhaustion and relief she shared the same space with Sollux. Preference? What is that?]

Whichever you prefer, please. You are the guest here!

[Bardic diplomacy, for the win!]

[brynkitten]

Well, I tend to sleep on my stomach but it might be best if I'm on my back...what would work best for your wings? I mean do you...do you sleep on them or do they have to sorta...stick out?

[How does this work because Bryn has no idea and it seems like Isabella has more to worry about than she does.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[The bard offers a shy smile.]

I sleep on my belly, like a bird.

[brynkitten]

Oh, well then that works well. We can both sleep on our stomachs and that should do well enough...perhaps you should lay down first and I'll squish in beside you?

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[This was going to be interesting.]

Alright!

[She can't help the flushing of color into her cheeks but, she climbs the bed and nests. The more crippled of the two wings, drapes off the edge of the bed, away from where Bryn will sleep. While, for the moment, her other wing is tightly folded to her back.]

Your turn?

[She smiles and a little giggle escapes. What a weird evening!]

[brynkitten]

[The strangest, but Bryn has learned to take these moments in with some amusement. After all, she never would have had experiences like these if she'd remained home!

Carefully, she follows Isabella onto the bed, staying close so as to not fall off the bed, but far enough to not be touching. Bryn turns her head and smiles with a sigh.]

All comfy.

[She's just going to drag something over her to make sure she stays warm.]

We'll get this sorted out in the morning...