[RL] Falling into bed with Larsa. I mean, what.

[funandperky]

[ Sokka wanders through the castle late at night... ]

This place is kind of creepy, [ he muses, opening the door to (what he thinks is) his darkened room and making quickly to the bed in the corner.

Without noticing the sleeping form in bed, he slides beneath the covers, happily curling himself up in them with a sigh. Warm at last, Sokka easily drops off to sleep, latching onto the other boy as he dreams on. ]

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[solidork.livejournal.com]

[It's so cold tonight and Larsa is such so tired from endless days of just arguing with old people about the state of the Empire. He doesn't even know what to do when the other boy latches onto him.

First instinct is to get rid of the intruder in his bedroom. A punch to the face and trying to get Sokka face down on the bed.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ Sokka cries out, flailing off the edge of the bed as a slow trickle of blood starts from his nose. He fights back sleep to clamber back up on the bed, trying to orientate himself. ]

... Larsa?

[solidork.livejournal.com]

[He grabs both arms and holds them behind his back.]

... Sokka?

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ struggles! ] Let go!

..Why are you in my bed?

[solidork.livejournal.com]

Your bed? [He can't even.] Sokka, does this look anything like your room.

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

It was dark when I-- [ realization dawned as he glanced around, Sun now lighting the extravagant room. ]

...Maybe a little.

[solidork.livejournal.com]

[Larsa sighs. It's too late to get any sleep, despite the fact that he just threw himself in bed three hours ago.]

I understand, the palace can get very confusing in the middle of the night. [rolling off of him and just staring at his to-do list of the day.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ huddles back up in Larsa's blankets, nursing his bloody nose. ]

That's some hook you got there.

[solidork.livejournal.com]

[He gets a glance before Larsa tilts his face up.]

I apologize, 'tis nothing more than a force of habit. [He holds his hand against Sokka's jaw, casting a cure spell to help the bleeding.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ he starts a little, but holds still, managing to look only slightly awkward. ]

Uh... thanks.

[solidork.livejournal.com]

[HEY. IT'S ALL HEALED. Larsa sighs and just gets off the bed, to get ready for the day ahead!!!]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ Sokka doesn't want to get up, it's very warm in this spot :C ]

Do you have to do ~Emperory things now?

[imperializing.livejournal.com]

[.... just a stare.]

... I-If you wish, you could stay? I'll inform the chambermaids.

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

Really? [ all smiles, but then-- ]

But...what are you gonna do?

[solidork.livejournal.com]

... I'm going to spar with my guardian. [oh my god, please don't follow. you're going to follow aren't you?


awkward, tense (but polite and neutral) stare.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

Can I come?

[imperializing.livejournal.com]

[....




Oh, god.]


If you wish? Though, I should warn you ... Judge Magister Gabranth is not one for reservations even in the smallest of battle.

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ pops out of bed, shirtless and hair unkempt, but...totally ready to go okay. ]

He doesn't have to hold back! I'm a warrior. [ insert intense warrior fais here, and some Ash Ketchum fist-clenching. ]

[imperializing.livejournal.com]

[... Oh, this is seriously happening. A sigh, he can't say no, can he?]

If you insist. Gather your weapons and I shall meet you at your room. [After he gets another hour of sleep, okay.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ Sokka nods happily, going to Larsa's door. ]

I'll be waiting! [ he pops out the door, and down the hall to his room to get ready s-so quickly even though he'll be waiting a while. ]

[imperializing.livejournal.com]

[While Sokka is gone, Larsa is just going to flop on his bed. Maybe he'll get an extra twenty minutes before sparring Basch.


Maybe.]

[lovedthemoon.livejournal.com]

[ Sokka actually gives Larsa an extra forty-five before bursting into his room, completely suited up in wolftail style. ]

Larsa! Larsa? [ He goes to the other boy's bedside, careful to keep his nose out of range from his fist as he shakes him gently. ] We're going to be laaate.

[solidork.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're back. [mumbling into the pillow and trying to push himself off of the bed.]

Give me a moment. [Grumpily getting up and practically dragging himself to the bed and off to get dressed.]