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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[a_natural]

[doesn't either?!]

[westblockstory]

[well, apparently we do now]

[a_natural]

[. . . isn't going to complain, although he is shifting a little to settle more comfortably]

[westblockstory]

[more comfortable for you, maybe. elbows]

[a_natural]

[>( rolls away from . . . and hits the wall]

Ow!

[westblockstory]

[awake immediately, hand shooting out-- catching him by the throat and pinning him where he lies]

[a_natural]

[IS ALSO FULLY AWAKE NOW, and calling out his name]

Nezumi!

[westblockstory]

[blinks, and . . . loosens his grip a little]

. . . you're even trouble when you're sleeping.

[a_natural]

[coughs, then takes a deep breath]

I didn't even do anything.

[westblockstory]

Are you sure?

[looking around]

. . . where are we?

[a_natural]

[sits up and looks around as well]

. . . I have no idea.

[westblockstory]

[pressing his hand against Sion's chest]

Stay still.

[a_natural]

[nods]

[westblockstory]

[reaches down one-handed and fumbles something out of his pocket. a moment later, he strikes a match]

[a_natural]

[next to the bed they're on, there's a nightstand with a lamp on it, and also a cabinet at the foot. a bookcase and a desk with a chair (also with a lamp on it) rests against the left wall, and another bookcase is tucked up into the corner with one more lamp on one of the shelves. a wardrobe lines up across from it on the opposite side, and there's a window in between them covered with heavy blackout curtains, which explains why there's not even a sliver of moonlight shining in.]

[westblockstory]

[holding up his hand, moving the light until he's satisfied that they're alone]

Sion. Try the lamp.