Well, this has been going on for long, maybe-- too long, perhaps.

S t a a a a a a a r e .

(Darn it all! When is he gonna give up!?)

The male passed another blink, continuing to look back at the lawyer. He’s going to dominate this battlefield, and you know it! Ten minutes-- gosh, has it been ten minutes already? He couldn’t check, not when he’s trained his eyes on his friend, no siree!

Trucy can do nothing but whine when she feels him flop back down onto her back. She’d spent the night at his place; they’d gone out to see a movie that had ended far, far too late the previous night, and instead of going their separate ways they’d decided that his apartment was closer and more convenient, so that’s what they’d done.

She’d flopped into bed with him and he hadn’t protested. But now it’s almost three in the morning, and at some point he’d decided sleeping on her back was a good thing. She doesn’t really mind, of course -- it’s Trucy, after all, and she loves affection, but she’s allowed to sleepily tease him, isn’t she?