[In Person] [Backdated to early evening] Just taking a nap...

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[Vincent is curled up asleep in the middle of the floor in the great hall; his hair's cut short, and he's wearing something white that seems unsure if it's a frilly nightshirt or somewhat plain dress.]

[It's almost like he just kind-of passed out in the middle of going somewhere, all comfy and peaceful despite being on the floor...]

[Disturb?]


[OOC: yes, he does still have Dormouse - it's bound to a pendant, not his body.]

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Chibi Lotti is hard to picture in head :\

[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

Oi! Boy, wake up.

Half the size, all the crazy? :D

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[And the first response IIIISSSSS....]

[Not actually waking up.]

[He might be curling up around your foot/clinging to it in his sleep, though.]

Of course. It's not Lotti without that.

[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

Oi boy, get off!

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[That does start getting some kind of stirring, though it starts with an annoyed grumble and ... continuing to cling.]

[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[That does get him awake faster, with a reflexive grab at her wrist - and the Dormouse poofing into visibility over him.]

Why Lotti, how good to see you~ [no prickles in the overly cheerful at aaaalll...]

[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

Having fun sleeping in a dress boy?

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

It's what I had in my dresser. [He is very nonchalant about this. And still a little dazed seeming.]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[....]

[...is the floor really a good place to sleep?]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't seem to be stopping him! :D ]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[...sleeping on the floor is probably bad for you... :|]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[And that has never stopped this before. :D Chain-induced narcolepsy is an annoying wonderful thing!]

[ignoredbyfather.livejournal.com]

Vincent, time to wake up.

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[He stirs, mumbling something unintelligible, but doesn't really wake up; he's out pretty hard.]

[ignoredbyfather.livejournal.com]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[You might be waiting a while.]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Have a kiddo Koto, disproportionately massive kitty appendages and all clumsy and round. Still trying to decide the merits and disadvantages of being a child, walking down the hall to get to the kitchen for a snack.

As she is prone to do, Koto isn't paying attention. with such big ears she should notice the steady breathing of the collapsed boy in the corner; with those hazy absent eyes she should see him lying there. But no. Ah, well, ignorance is bliss-

-until you trip and fall on top of a little boy asleep in the hallway.]

Oof!

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[There's a half-awake mumble-stir...]

[And then, before he's really conscious, a flailing scramble to get AWAY from the cat D: With a very high-pitched little-] EEK!!

[...And then the heart attack slows down as he gets a look at her to see that she's you know, a girl. With tawny ears and poofy tail, not a black cat.]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Blink blink blink.]

...hi. Sorry.

I don't think we've met. [She sticks out a round, pale hand.] I'm Koto, nice to meetcha.

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

Vincent. [The informality is a little odd to him, but he's a little too rattled to fuss too much; he accepts the handshake, already shaking off the small panic moment and smiling brightly.] Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a moment there.

[He is utterly not seeming to react at all to the fact that there's what seems to be a large half-plushie mouse with a wind-up key out its back that's sorta poofed into existence overhead...]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[The informality surprises Koto a little too; she figures it's the kiddishness getting to her, how children generally make friends effortlessly and such. It seems like she's the first one to notice the mouse, and she gawps. She was going to ask what the heck he was doing sleeping in a hallway, but... this is a little more pressing.]

What is that.

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[He blinks, then glances back up at Dormouse - of course, someone from another world wouldn't recognize the Chains...]

[So he just smiles.] Oh, that's just Dormouse. Don't worry, it's harmless.

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

...but... what is Dormouse?

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

It's a Chain of the Abyss. [He's still drowsy and perfectly cheerful, as if this is perfectly normal.] It can make people sleep... [he yawns.] It just gives me trouble sometimes.

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

Alright...

...so that's why you were sleeping in the middle of a hallway?

[In Person]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Congrats, Vincent, you get one tiny, annoyed, frizzy-haired firetop stalking through the Manor like she hates it. She does that when she's annoyed.

...and she's pausing to stare down at Vincent for a minute.]

...I don't think this is the best place to sleep. [She's going to reach down to shake his shoulder. >>]

[In Person]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[He's going to mumble and shift a little, maybe slightly snuggling closer to her hand.]