[It was strange how he knew the days were passing even if he rarely left the house. Since returning from the draft, he'd holed himself away. It wasn't the right thing to do, but he also hadn't been able to do much else. By his account, nearly a week had passed, although he could have been missing a day or two in there.
It was strange to be lying in bed at this hour of the morning. Normally, he'd been just coming home from training Ginia, or, in the past, Sokka, and would have been up and cleaning the house. Now, he just lay on his side, listening to the sounds of the village and his pets waking up. Saizou would be around soon, pawing at his door, hoping to be let in. Sometimes, Souji would let him in; other times, he just wanted to be left alo--
Something was in the bed with him. There was a subtle shift in the pressure on the futon, the way the cover rose next to him, and the added sound of someone else breathing. Souji stiffened, keeping his back to the thing that had just appeared and slid his hand under his futon for the small dagger he kept there.
It was a person, judging by the size and the sound of the breathing. It sped up and then the person moved, sitting up suddenly. Souji rolled from the bed, bringing the dagger up, ready to fight if necessary - and froze when he saw who was there. He'd almost been afraid that, like a few others here, he wouldn't return, but there he was, looking panicked? Confused? Probably a bit of both. Souji lowered the knife and hesitantly moved forward.]
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It was strange to be lying in bed at this hour of the morning. Normally, he'd been just coming home from training Ginia, or, in the past, Sokka, and would have been up and cleaning the house. Now, he just lay on his side, listening to the sounds of the village and his pets waking up. Saizou would be around soon, pawing at his door, hoping to be let in. Sometimes, Souji would let him in; other times, he just wanted to be left alo--
Something was in the bed with him. There was a subtle shift in the pressure on the futon, the way the cover rose next to him, and the added sound of someone else breathing. Souji stiffened, keeping his back to the thing that had just appeared and slid his hand under his futon for the small dagger he kept there.
It was a person, judging by the size and the sound of the breathing. It sped up and then the person moved, sitting up suddenly. Souji rolled from the bed, bringing the dagger up, ready to fight if necessary - and froze when he saw who was there. He'd almost been afraid that, like a few others here, he wouldn't return, but there he was, looking panicked? Confused? Probably a bit of both. Souji lowered the knife and hesitantly moved forward.]
Cliff-san?