（ well, that chasm of time is such that she does actually fall asleep. he can probably feel it, the way exhaustion intersects with the peace of rest. she's probably going to drool right on his nice linens like a proper houseguest, face smushed into the crook of her arm, halfly curled up in a hybrid of the recovery and fetal positions.
ninjas, as it happens, are pretty good at falling asleep at the drop of a hat when they're in a relatively safe space. economy of time and necessity both — it's been a long time since she had to push herself in combat like that. it was sparring, not life or death — but grimmjow's enthusiasm for fighting meant it wasn't exactly a friendly match.
discipline does jolt her awake a handful of hours later, and for a time she just stares up into the dim light of the ceiling, one hand on her stomach, fingers creeping towards the wounds on her flank, clawmarks in a neat line. she probably has enough chakra to at least mend it enough that it won't bleed, even if knitting together all the torn muscle fibres is out of the question.
will he feel that, too? she fumbles for her phone, which had gotten tucked under a blanket in the midst of her nap, and fires off a quick, sorry — fell asleep before she reads his message properly.
she thinks of orochimaru, and shivers despite the warmth of the room. 'study'. no, she can imagine what he means. ）
You don't have to say anything, D. Just because I'm curious about things doesn't mean I'm entitled to an answer.
（ learned that lesson the hard way. it's not a mistake she wants to carry forwards. ）
I'd prefer if you told me things because you wanted me to know.
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ninjas, as it happens, are pretty good at falling asleep at the drop of a hat when they're in a relatively safe space. economy of time and necessity both — it's been a long time since she had to push herself in combat like that. it was sparring, not life or death — but grimmjow's enthusiasm for fighting meant it wasn't exactly a friendly match.
discipline does jolt her awake a handful of hours later, and for a time she just stares up into the dim light of the ceiling, one hand on her stomach, fingers creeping towards the wounds on her flank, clawmarks in a neat line. she probably has enough chakra to at least mend it enough that it won't bleed, even if knitting together all the torn muscle fibres is out of the question.
will he feel that, too? she fumbles for her phone, which had gotten tucked under a blanket in the midst of her nap, and fires off a quick, sorry — fell asleep before she reads his message properly.
she thinks of orochimaru, and shivers despite the warmth of the room. 'study'. no, she can imagine what he means. ）
You don't have to say anything, D. Just because I'm curious about things doesn't mean I'm entitled to an answer.
（ learned that lesson the hard way. it's not a mistake she wants to carry forwards. ）
I'd prefer if you told me things because you wanted me to know.