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[synchwell]

[It takes more than waking in velvet red sheets to get a stir out of him anymore. The hotel had taken its toll in more ways than one leaving him rather jaded to the forced activities it set upon its unwilling victims. He doesn't stir from his laid out position casting an arm, and sleeve, over his tired eyes.

So he's still clothed and the air isn't thick in the stuff sweet and warping, themselves something of an oddities to wake to. Neither does the sense something is all that different strike him as he shifts about to sit up giving into curiosity if he has a bed mate; then whom.

The sight sets a lump to his throat, a familiar sight from a long time not seen. She's resting, peaceful perhaps, dressed in something of a uniform and her usual hat.

How long has it been, he thinks ruffling his hair and exhaling. He doesn't want to wake her for a multitude of reasons, foremost the baggage between them for all they'be experienced together. Eventually she'll have to wake and the usual requirements will set in.]

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[pishirogane]

[Drawing her hands back so her shirt can be removed, they're back to his shoulders once the last sleeve clears her fingertips. Though, she supposes that her lacking a shirt just means he should be similar as she moves to remove his all the same.]

Mmm, you seem a little more certain than that. [Her body tremors slightly at his thumb, but his actions only momentarily interrupt her stripping off his buttons. Somehow, still managing to be calm and orderly. She's not making any moves to cover her clothed chest...]

[synchwell]

[Even breathing can be only maintained with conscience effort, each sharp intake of air held for a moment and lost when a particular touch makes the tension break. His hand hovers while she picks at the buttons of his shirt idle until it dawns on him that there's plenty to do; his fingers rising up her torso and under her breast.]

Might be, just have to see. [He half teases feeling his short loosen as each button is undone. Once she's finished, he repeats the same as her reeling his hands back to lift his shirt off revealing his pale torso and bandaged neck.]

[pishirogane]

[She shivers minutely at his fingers, almost waiting for him to touch her breasts, but it looks like she has him distracted with his shirt.]

Hm, fair enough. [And see they would. With his clothes gone, she touches his torso slowly, letting her fingertips trace the few lines her has in his skin, moving up to his chest. They don't go anywhere near his neck, but she does glance at it - remember what it's hiding - before looking up to meet his eyes again.]