In Which I Do Not Know what Colour the School Is, Please Stop Asking

[plotless]

[aka continuing threads from the camp move]

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[xxgirlfriend]

[not even embarrassed to admit that]

[brandloyalty]

[and eventually they come up on their cabin]

It's here.

[xxgirlfriend]

It seems so different now . . .

[brandloyalty]

It is a little.

[opening the door for him]

[xxgirlfriend]

It's like we're a real town.

[going inside, though]

[brandloyalty]

Yes.

[leading him to his bed so that he can sit]

[xxgirlfriend]

[oh. that's good. though it's more like collapsing]

[brandloyalty]

[sits down next to his head, petting his hair again]

[xxgirlfriend]

[and that's even better]

Luka . . .

[brandloyalty]

Yuki?

[xxgirlfriend]

[lifts his head a little, resting his cheek on Luka's thigh]

. . . thank you.

[brandloyalty]

For what?

[xxgirlfriend]

For bringing me home.

[brandloyalty]

[brushes his fingers across his cheek]

You're welcome.

[xxgirlfriend]

[tips his face towards him]

Can you stay for a while?

[brandloyalty]

[and then he brushes his bangs out of his face]

I can do that. You should get some rest.

[xxgirlfriend]

It's easy when I can fall asleep with you . . .

[brandloyalty]

Is it?

[xxgirlfriend]

Mm. Having you near makes me really comfortable. Even with my eyes closed . . .

[brandloyalty]

I'm glad.

[xxgirlfriend]

[closes them now, just feeling Luka there]

[brandloyalty]

[continues to pet his hair, stroke his face, his touch soft and gentle]

[xxgirlfriend]

[and that makes him smile]

That feels nice.

[brandloyalty]

That's good.

[and after a moment]

I like . . . this.

[xxgirlfriend]

. . . something else? Or just . . . being close, like I do?