Room 322 [Sunday evening]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime was taking a nap. Except it hadn't been planned and he was really just face-planted on his desk snoring lightly.

And his door was open.

Wouldn't it be nice if no one would come by and do something cruel like take pictures of him, or draw things on his face with the Sharpie which was in the pen cup by his hand?

Yeah. It would.

[Open door

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[heromaniac]

Momoko was standing by Jaime's door, debating with herself a moment before finally walking in and shifting the bag in her hands to try to reach her phone.

A few snaps of her camera (so CUTE!) and then came the real torture: she opened one of the Tupperware bowls she'd brought with her and waved it near Jaime's face. Could he smell it? Hmmm? Nice warm extra spicy homemade chili?

[weldedtomyspine]

Apparently he could smell it because his nose twitched. Mmm... chili!

[heromaniac]

But he didn't wake. Well that did her heart good: all that time and effort cooking it.

She tapped her chin in thought, catching a glimpse of the sharpie conveniently nearby... But that would be hard to get off and he'd be upset and that wouldn't really make her feel better, now would it?

But the new lipstick for Valentines Day that she'd bought while in town? That was still in her pocket, wasn't it? Ah! It was! She put the bowl away and proceeded to let loose her artistic talents on his face.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime's nose twitched and he yawned. "Tickles," he muttered as his his eyes slowly blinked open.