xp_logs | Well. Somebody had to bring in the cute. (Reply)

Sometime after classes, Sarah had gone to work out, had taken a shower, and then thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top before curling up onto the couch. She'd meant to do her creative writing homework, but it's a little hard to concentrate when she's working on no sleep. 'Damned memories aren't supposed to argue back,' she thought, throwing her notebook on the floor beneath her and flipping the television on. At least she wouldn't feel guilty falling asleep during a movie.

The lack of sleep was definitely going around. His laptop tucked under an arm, Shinobi'd made his way down to the basement as soon as his classes were out, mouth splitting in a wide yawn as he lifts a hand to knock on the door. Sure, he's expected, but he's probably never going to get over the need to knock first.

"Come on in," she calls, running a hand through wet hair and then stretching out, arms raised as high as she could reach them over her head. She smiles, turning a little to face the door. "You terrified you're going to walk in on something?"

Opening the door enough to duck inside, his answering grin is just a bit on the drowsy side. "Well, you do theoretically have a roomate down here," he observes, closing the door behind himself. "So I figure it's only polite, even if he probably wouldn't care if I just leapt in through the ceiling or something."

She laughs, wrapping her arms around her knees and giving him a mischevious look. "I think I'd pay to see his face if that ever happened. Or to hear his reaction." Reaching for the remote, she flips the television off again, the movie never having even made it past the DVD menu anyway. "I'm such an evil roommate."

"Evil in a good way, though," Shinobi confirms, grin widening as he wanders further inside and hunts for somewhere clear to set his laptop down. "So, what's up, luv? Besides us for far, far too long to be healthy, I mean."

"I wanted to know if you were still up for going to the tunnels with me, maybe this weekend or something." She's just sort of watching him from the couch, a tired little smile on her face. "I think it's okay."

He blinks a little, slowly tilting his head to the side as he lets the invitation sink in. "If you think it's okay, I'd be honored," he replies honestly, cracking a smile and tucking his hands into his pockets once he's set the laptop down.

"It wasn't me you ever had to worry about," she says, shaking her head, "I know exactly what she'd be saying right now if she were here. And none of it's nice. Especially not after the last uplander I brought down." She shrugs her shoulders a little, and rests her chin on her knees. "But I thought about it last night, a lot. And I finally got my inner Callisto to stop arguing." There's that little smile again, just barely visible at the corners of her mouth.

"Your inner Callisto sounds like someone I'd like." Mirroring the smile, he steps over so that he can lean down and give Sarah's forehead a warm kiss, managing to stiffle another yawn in the process. "You know, if I can't sleep tonight, I may just have to ask you to clock me over the head so I don't have a choice in the matter."

"Maybe... but she wouldn't like you." She's quiet for a long moment, thinking of a way to explain this without making him feel bad. "You're a pretty-pretty uplander. And Callisto would have said I don't belong with you." She sighs, reaching out to take one of his hands. "And she wouldn't have let you anywhere near the tunnels."

Shinobi doesn't seem to find it a bad thing at all, really, nodding thoughtfully and giving her one of his hands. "Probably for the best. I have trouble trusting me sometimes, it amazes me that other people do it at all." With a shrug, he smiles a little, giving her fingers a squeeze.

"It's my sense of adventure." She grins, pulling him gently to the couch and waiting for him to get settled before curling up against him. "She's having a field day with Betsy. 'It's what you get for trusting 'em you know.'" The voice Sarah mimicks is sharp, and not pleased.

Nestling back into the cushions to get properly comfortable, Shinobi's arms automatically move to wrap around her when she curls up against him. "If it's any consolation, my father would probably be bitching up a storm as well," he offers after a moment's thought, tilting his head to the side.

"Is he ever happy, aside from when he sends the big guns out after Emma?" she says, mostly to herself. "The tunnels, they're not very nice, " she begins and stops again, shaking her head slowly before starting back, "They're dark. And everybody's still there, rotting away in the fucking sewers. But they're home."

"When he thinks he's winning, he's happy," Shinobi replies after a moment, lightly pillowing his cheek on top of Sarah's head. He's quiet for a moment before he shrugs, smiling a little. "That they're home is what matters, I suppose. I don't think it'll bother me."

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't expecting a fridge with my A+ papers stuck to the door or something. Trips home usually involve a lot of thinking and the occasional rant in blood." She yawns, effectively ruining any sort of shock the 'rant in blood' moment may have caused.

Shock? Nah. He's too sleepy to really be shocked, right now. "Well, you haven't really said anything to make me expect a glorious penthouse, you know," he muses quietly, grinning and giving her a lazy snug.

Sarah doesn't reply, just pulls her legs in closer and reaches up to run a hand through Shinobi's hair. She could stay right here for a very long time, and not have anything to complain about. She's sure of it.