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I think he really is more girly than I am. [she lets loose an unhappy sigh.] Does this mean you'll come?

[why did he frown when she stopped stroking his hair? they're usually pretty touchy-feely, but something about playing with his hair when he was still shaking off sleep felt...too intimate for friends. but it made her feel warm with a kind of nervous elation, so she pulled out her phone, feigning that checking it had been the reason she'd stopped, and resumed the gentle motions once it was tucked in her pocket once more.]

Will I be able to get back to my nap if I tell you yes?

[he gives a tiny contented sigh when he feels her fingers thread through his hair again. he could fall asleep right here, right now if you're not careful satsuki.]

[she smiles indulgently.] Yes yes, I'll let you sleep until it's almost time to go.

[how can he be so sweet like this? she's getting really tired of her heart doing stupid things when she touches him or when he sighs like that, all soft and content. the back of his neck is all warm from sleep when she brushes against it with her fingertips as they smooth through his hair.]

Okay, fine then I'll go with you.

[he subconsciously inches closer to her as she does this. it feels so good satsuki, please don't stop!]

[this is reaching critical capacity. maybe she should talk to kise about this or something, because these hear palpitations can't possibly be good for her. she can feel him moving closer, curling around her, and she kind of resigns herself to not moving until she has to go get dressed, her fingers continuing their soothing motions.]

[and he's completely oblivious to whatever's going on in her world because he's dead to the world. the moment she started messing with his hair was when he lulled back to sleep. so you coooould probably leave now.]

[so, of course, she doesn't do anything at all. there's a few games on her phone she can play with one hand (even though her own eyelids are starting to droop). eventually, she shakes herself awake and goes to her room to change into what she's wearing to the cookout (shorts instead of a skirt just in case she wants to play any games they might have, and a white halter top layered under a wide-necked pastel blue crop top that slips off one shoulder (shhh erin loves describing clothes).

looping her hair into a high ponytail, she goes back into his room, nudging him awake instead of falling back under the spell of playing with his hair.]

Daichan! Time to get up!

[he grumbles as he burrows his head under his pillow and pulls the covers over him. if he can't hear or see you then you can't hear or see him!!!]

[she sticks her hand under the blanket to jab her finger at his stomach.]

Daichan! Wake up!

[he groans as he swats at her hand.] m'tryin to sleep here.

You told me you'd go if I let you get back to your nap! [she pokes him again, harder.]

[he groans once again. damn, she's right. he did make that promise. and here he thought that that was some kind of dream. he huffs and kicks the covers off of him as he rolls out of bed. he stretches a little and tilts his head to the side so he can pop his neck.] Fine fine, I'm up, I'm up.

[and with that he wanders over and grabs at a pair of shorts he had hanging off the side of his chair. he's wearing his boxers so you.... might... want to look away? or don't whichever. and with that he slips them on. he's at least wearing a tank top and seems to not care about changing that! once he's dressed he looks over to satsuki and nods his head.]

Let's go. [all that's left is for him to put his shoes on, but he has those by the entrance of the house. so that's the last thing he'll worry about.]

[aomine you could at least pretend to be a little bothered about your childhood friend seeing you in your boxers, especially when said childhood friend has to turn her back to you to keep from staring. ugh.]

You're so quick to get ready to go. That's probably why I get so impatient waiting for Kichan. [she follows him out of his room and to the front door, slipping on her sandals once they're there.]

[he's too tired to care? also if he wasn't too tired to care, he just... wouldn't care. whoopsie.] That's because he has to "get ready". Who he's getting ready for is beyond me though.

[yAAAWWWNNN]

[he's getting ready for you at least half the time, dumbass. and that's...kind of a sobering thought, making her feel almost like she's wishing after something that isn't hers. (not that aomine isn't a person who can make his own decisions, but still. girl code exists for a reason).]

Cover your mouth when you yawn, you'll catch flies otherwise.

[MEANWHILE, AOMINE IS JUST OBLIVIOUS TO ALL THE FEELINGS. lmfao, oops.] I thought that saying was meant for honey?

Stupid, there can be more than one saying about flies.

Well excuuuuuse me. [he rolls his eyes.] Let's get going though.

You're excused! [she opens the door, leading the way out of the house and towards the resort.]

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