Sora's Darkness

"No, you can go back to sleep, though you'll probably be woken up if I sneeze again."

 

"Then why don't you find a medicine--" She couldn't finish her sentence as she went back to sleep.

 

"There's no real medicine for a cold other than a shot, and there's absolutely no way in hell anyone is ever going to get me to take a shot."

 

"I know. Just let your body recover on its own."

 

He sat down on the bed next to her.

 

"I'm gonna be so hungry once I get up." She said as she mentally groans. She hugs a spare pillow in a death-like grip.

 

"I can still carry you. I have plenty of energy."

 

She smiles. "Thanks, Sephiroth."

 

"Don't mention it. Colds only last about a day or two for me anyway."

 

She snuggles close to him.

 

He wrapped his arms around her.

 

She wraps an arm around him.

 

He wrapped his tentacles around her.

 

She tilts her head back with her wings trapped in the bath robe as it tries to spread wide.

 

His own wings rustled as they couldn't slip out of the robe like his tentacles did.

 

"Should we change now?"

 

His tentacles picked up her clothes as well as his and they gave them to her as he started dressing. "You know, you could have just made your own wing-holes in the robe."

 

"It may be mine now, but it is going to be someone else's later." She wakes up then dresses herself slowly as she tries to recognize each one before putting them on.

 

"Everyone who lives here has wings except for Malik and he's too small to wear that."

 

"Good point." She gets up then walks to the door.