[ Haru proves to be not a very fussy sleeper or otherwise just very tired from her university courses these days--or both, either is equally likely. She hasn't moved an inch, apparently unconsciously responding to Eddie's unnoticed placatory gestures to get her to stay in one spot while he grabs a blanket, and the blanket itself is accepted without so even as much of a twitch of her finger.
She only seems to react (barely) when Eddie speaks to her to "ask" for permission, and that's more or less just to mumble something softly in a sleepy hum, which is probably agreement? Permission granted? It'd be protest if she was awake, telling him to sleep in an actual bed, but she's the one who's passed out on the couch right now, so. She has no real sway in any of this. ]
[You know what? That's good enough. He'd feel like a jerk without asking, but that fear is swept away by Haru's barely-murmur, which might indicate how set he was on napping on the couch with Haru.
So, again, he tugs the blanket gently so it settles across him comfortably, shifts a little to bring his legs up and curls himself up into a cushion — contorted but comfortable. Like a cat. And like a cat, he just figures they'll doze off for a bit, wake up in the dead of the night/early morning, and return to their beds properly. What's the harm?
Sleep takes him, eventually. It ends up being a little longer than a "nap."
And after watching so much LotR, is it any surprise that Eddie's brain spits out a similarly-themed dream for him to revel in? It's all bits and pieces and mixed-up scenes, like dreams tend to be; though the most prominent part he'll remember when he wakes up is Rivendell and its pale, elegant architecture lording over long-spilling waterfalls. The squares, the streets, the faces. The breeze as he wanders into courtyards dotted with the shade of swaying trees overhead.
…And maybe another reason he remembers Rivendell the best is because Haru's there. Dressed in long and luxurious fabrics, much like all the elves do in this city. He greets her happily, of course, when he sees her. That much is no different than their exchanges in the waking world. But there is a point amid their conversation about this new, beautiful city that shifts into a different tone — she stands a little too close, someone says something a little too flirty, maybe his eyes wander along the way the fabric clings to her curves in very specific places. Because, inhibitions gone out the window in a dream, he finds him leaning in for a kiss, and her kissing him back.
And then he's touching her; they're touching each other. Probably a little too steamily for standing out amid a courtyard in public, but his mind then supplies them with a new setting, indoors, with a four-poster bed awaiting them, its frame carved beautifully—
The rest of the dream is a blur, but it's definitely kind of a spicy one, and he can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse that he just… wakes up in the middle of it, feeling a little too warm, wrapped up in this blanket like it's trying to cling to every inch of his body, sitting up straight and more than a little disoriented.]
Ah… dude, what…
[What’s happening? Right. He fell asleep on the couch after a long LotR watch session. With Haru. Haru, who watched the movie with him, Haru, who began to doze off, Haru, who's still there next to him, Haru of whom he had a not exactly PG-related dream about—
Oh. He glances aside at her, brow furrowing, cheeks still a little flushed.]
[ Maybe Eddie made some noises in the middle of his unexpectedly spicy dream. Maybe she'd felt the couch shift. Or maybe Haru's just been blissfully asleep until now and her body had decided it was time to rouse as soon as it picked up on Eddie's voice.
Whatever the case, Eddie will find himself meeting a pair of sleepy brown eyes that blink once, then twice, as Haru groggily pushes herself up semi-upright and nudges a fist against the corner of an eye. She feels... sore? As though she'd fallen asleep somewhere instead of her usual bed, and Eddie is there, which is also a tad unusual. ]
Eddie-san...?
[ Unlike him, if she'd had any dreams, she doesn't remember them at all, bearing the tousled curls of someone who had definitely been Very Asleep until just now. ]
... Did I fall asleep out here? What--
[ ... He looks flushed, and her eyebrows draw delicately together. ]
[He doesn’t mean to worry her, of course, but the expression on his face probably isn’t helping — a fair amount of consternation, intermingling with confusion, and that mixing with the stark realization of what he had just dreamt versus the reality of what’s happening now.
(Why? Why did he have a dream like that—? He might die of embarrassment, replaying the images in his head— No, Eddie, don’t replay the images in your head right now, you idiot.)
…But who’s he kidding, really? There’s only one real reason why he’d have a dream like that, and not just because his body only wants to think below the belt line. He can feel his heart beating in his chest like a bird trying to fly out of a cage, looking at her now, and all he can think to himself is, Shit, I’m really in trouble.]
Uh, uhh— [Very eloquent.] It’s nothing. It’s nothing, Haru. Go back to sleep!
[ In fact, her gaze only seems to be clearing up, gaining a gleam of alertness as she studies his face. It's difficult to parse what he's actually feeling at the moment, but he looks... distressed? Distressed, if she had to summarize it into a single word. ]
Do you need some water? Or you feeling ill?
[ Very sorry, Eddie. In the true stylings of romantic comedy, she's reaching out to press her palm to his forehead to check for a fever. ]
[Oh, but Eddie is not powerful enough to survive a tried and true gesture of a romantic comedy, and when she reaches out to brush her hand against his forehead, he all but flushes even deeper. Her nearness is paradoxically both welcome and not; because he has suddenly become very aware of a, uh, problem assailing him below the beltline, a consequence of a very sexy dream, and Eddie really, really will dig a hole for himself to die in if she even comes close to noticing. Literally the worst-case scenario.
So he leaaannsss away.]
N-no, no, I think I just had a... weird dream. It's gotten me all riled up I guess?
You really should just go back to sleep. [He'll realize in a second that he should just ask her for a glass of water so he can ESCAPE while she's doing that, but this fact doesn't register just yet.] You've gotta be sore from falling asleep on the couch.
It could mean anything when he leans away, she tells herself. Like he just said, he could still be dealing with the aftermath of a weird dream. It doesn't have to mean that she did something to offend him while she was asleep. Or maybe he thought he couldn't leave her alone when she'd dozed off on the couch and had forced himself to try to stay here as well and it had led to an upsetting dream?
Or maybe he's coming down with something, but for someone who's always been so comfortable with proximity and contact, for him to move away now...
Haru can't entirely hide the hurt and confusion in her gaze for a second before she draws her hand back and shifts off the couch. ]
... I think you should probably try to sleep properly as well. Please don't bother yourself with me.
[Her expression, paired with "please don't bother yourself with me" makes Eddie wince a little. Despite himself, he has enough awareness to wonder if his very flushed, half-awkward, panic-hidden state might have come across as offense.
Shit, that's the last thing he wanted. Offended is the last thing he's feeling.]
Haru, don't... Don't say it like that.
[Oh godddd, he reaches up to scrub a hand across his very warm face.]
It was just a real shitty dream. [Narrator voice: It was not. But when in doubt, lie.] I just need some time to recover.
My apologies. I suppose if someone had reached out to you after having a nightmare, you would recoil.
[ She looks a little abashed now, but at least she doesn't seem to be entertaining the thought that he intensely dislikes her for some inexplicable reason. Still... ]
You should sleep in your own bed, all right? I'll see you in the morning.
[ The later morning. What time is it, even? ]
And if you're feeling unwell at all by then, please let me know.
Right. I'll head back to bed, but you should, too.
[Like, he also doesn't want to be the first to stand up and head to their rooms. So there he sits, fingers vaguely gripping the corner of the blanket to keep himself remotely covered.
Even so, awkward or not, he'd feel weird leaving it at this. So he has to at least offer-]
[ Haru pauses, having already taken a step towards her room (since she was on her feet, anyway, and Eddie looks like he needs a moment to recover from his Absolutely Awful Dream). She glances over her shoulder at him, then offers up a tentative but sincere smile in return. ]
I did, too. Thank you for your wonderful company as always, Eddie-san. Good night.
[ And she'll move quietly to her room to give him all the time he needs to maybe not embarrass himself in front of his absolutely unwitting roommate. ]
[Yes, a terrible, terrible dream. One that he has to definitely stand here awkwardly to, uh, process.
The smile he gives her, at least, is sincere enough when she retreats to her bedroom. Eddie hates to have left this on a weird note, but there’s just no getting around the kind of issues his body is giving him right now. He even offers her a goofy little wave as she departs.
As soon as she closes the door, he’s murmuring to himself under his breath—]
Shit, man. What’s wrong with you…
[And he’s going to go back to his bedroom, now.
The morning comes too quickly. He hasn’t slept all that great, and while it isn’t wholly because of worrisome reasons, Eddie fiddles with his hair as he emerges from the depths of his bedroom to see what’s going on in the apartment this morning, looking all fidgety. He seeks out Haru, because let’s be real — she probably gets up before him, anyway.]
[ Haru is... out on the balcony, just past her room, but the door's open so he should be able to find her... chopping wood. With an axe. Her hair's pulled back in a high ponytail to keep it off her neck and as Eddie calls out to her, she lowers the axe and turns to face him with a smile. ]
[Of course she's out here chopping wood with an axe. Eddie's probably not unused to seeing these kinds of sights by now, but it sure hits differently after last night. He wanders that way, out into the fresh air.
He clears his throat. Loudly. And stuffs his hands in his pajama pockets when Haru asks that of him.]
I'm f...ine. I'm fine.
[Beleiveable, right.]
Just, uh. Tossed and turned in my sleep a lot. Need some help out here?
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She only seems to react (barely) when Eddie speaks to her to "ask" for permission, and that's more or less just to mumble something softly in a sleepy hum, which is probably agreement? Permission granted? It'd be protest if she was awake, telling him to sleep in an actual bed, but she's the one who's passed out on the couch right now, so. She has no real sway in any of this. ]
this got SO LONG
So, again, he tugs the blanket gently so it settles across him comfortably, shifts a little to bring his legs up and curls himself up into a cushion — contorted but comfortable. Like a cat. And like a cat, he just figures they'll doze off for a bit, wake up in the dead of the night/early morning, and return to their beds properly. What's the harm?
Sleep takes him, eventually. It ends up being a little longer than a "nap."
And after watching so much LotR, is it any surprise that Eddie's brain spits out a similarly-themed dream for him to revel in? It's all bits and pieces and mixed-up scenes, like dreams tend to be; though the most prominent part he'll remember when he wakes up is Rivendell and its pale, elegant architecture lording over long-spilling waterfalls. The squares, the streets, the faces. The breeze as he wanders into courtyards dotted with the shade of swaying trees overhead.
…And maybe another reason he remembers Rivendell the best is because Haru's there. Dressed in long and luxurious fabrics, much like all the elves do in this city. He greets her happily, of course, when he sees her. That much is no different than their exchanges in the waking world. But there is a point amid their conversation about this new, beautiful city that shifts into a different tone — she stands a little too close, someone says something a little too flirty, maybe his eyes wander along the way the fabric clings to her curves in very specific places. Because, inhibitions gone out the window in a dream, he finds him leaning in for a kiss, and her kissing him back.
And then he's touching her; they're touching each other. Probably a little too steamily for standing out amid a courtyard in public, but his mind then supplies them with a new setting, indoors, with a four-poster bed awaiting them, its frame carved beautifully—
The rest of the dream is a blur, but it's definitely kind of a spicy one, and he can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse that he just… wakes up in the middle of it, feeling a little too warm, wrapped up in this blanket like it's trying to cling to every inch of his body, sitting up straight and more than a little disoriented.]
Ah… dude, what…
[What’s happening? Right. He fell asleep on the couch after a long LotR watch session. With Haru. Haru, who watched the movie with him, Haru, who began to doze off, Haru, who's still there next to him, Haru of whom he had a not exactly PG-related dream about—
Oh. He glances aside at her, brow furrowing, cheeks still a little flushed.]
Ohhh, crap.
beautifully long tbh
Whatever the case, Eddie will find himself meeting a pair of sleepy brown eyes that blink once, then twice, as Haru groggily pushes herself up semi-upright and nudges a fist against the corner of an eye. She feels... sore? As though she'd fallen asleep somewhere instead of her usual bed, and Eddie is there, which is also a tad unusual. ]
Eddie-san...?
[ Unlike him, if she'd had any dreams, she doesn't remember them at all, bearing the tousled curls of someone who had definitely been Very Asleep until just now. ]
... Did I fall asleep out here? What--
[ ... He looks flushed, and her eyebrows draw delicately together. ]
Are you all right?
gosh
(Why? Why did he have a dream like that—? He might die of embarrassment, replaying the images in his head— No, Eddie, don’t replay the images in your head right now, you idiot.)
…But who’s he kidding, really? There’s only one real reason why he’d have a dream like that, and not just because his body only wants to think below the belt line. He can feel his heart beating in his chest like a bird trying to fly out of a cage, looking at her now, and all he can think to himself is, Shit, I’m really in trouble.]
Uh, uhh— [Very eloquent.] It’s nothing. It’s nothing, Haru. Go back to sleep!
gosh!
[ In fact, her gaze only seems to be clearing up, gaining a gleam of alertness as she studies his face. It's difficult to parse what he's actually feeling at the moment, but he looks... distressed? Distressed, if she had to summarize it into a single word. ]
Do you need some water? Or you feeling ill?
[ Very sorry, Eddie. In the true stylings of romantic comedy, she's reaching out to press her palm to his forehead to check for a fever. ]
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So he leaaannsss away.]
N-no, no, I think I just had a... weird dream. It's gotten me all riled up I guess?
You really should just go back to sleep. [He'll realize in a second that he should just ask her for a glass of water so he can ESCAPE while she's doing that, but this fact doesn't register just yet.] You've gotta be sore from falling asleep on the couch.
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It could mean anything when he leans away, she tells herself. Like he just said, he could still be dealing with the aftermath of a weird dream. It doesn't have to mean that she did something to offend him while she was asleep. Or maybe he thought he couldn't leave her alone when she'd dozed off on the couch and had forced himself to try to stay here as well and it had led to an upsetting dream?
Or maybe he's coming down with something, but for someone who's always been so comfortable with proximity and contact, for him to move away now...
Haru can't entirely hide the hurt and confusion in her gaze for a second before she draws her hand back and shifts off the couch. ]
... I think you should probably try to sleep properly as well. Please don't bother yourself with me.
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Shit, that's the last thing he wanted. Offended is the last thing he's feeling.]
Haru, don't... Don't say it like that.
[Oh godddd, he reaches up to scrub a hand across his very warm face.]
It was just a real shitty dream. [Narrator voice: It was not. But when in doubt, lie.] I just need some time to recover.
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[ She looks a little abashed now, but at least she doesn't seem to be entertaining the thought that he intensely dislikes her for some inexplicable reason. Still... ]
You should sleep in your own bed, all right? I'll see you in the morning.
[ The later morning. What time is it, even? ]
And if you're feeling unwell at all by then, please let me know.
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[Like, he also doesn't want to be the first to stand up and head to their rooms. So there he sits, fingers vaguely gripping the corner of the blanket to keep himself remotely covered.
Even so, awkward or not, he'd feel weird leaving it at this. So he has to at least offer-]
...But hey. I had fun watching tonight.
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I did, too. Thank you for your wonderful company as always, Eddie-san. Good night.
[ And she'll move quietly to her room to give him all the time he needs to maybe not embarrass himself in front of his absolutely unwitting roommate. ]
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The smile he gives her, at least, is sincere enough when she retreats to her bedroom. Eddie hates to have left this on a weird note, but there’s just no getting around the kind of issues his body is giving him right now. He even offers her a goofy little wave as she departs.
As soon as she closes the door, he’s murmuring to himself under his breath—]
Shit, man. What’s wrong with you…
[And he’s going to go back to his bedroom, now.
The morning comes too quickly. He hasn’t slept all that great, and while it isn’t wholly because of worrisome reasons, Eddie fiddles with his hair as he emerges from the depths of his bedroom to see what’s going on in the apartment this morning, looking all fidgety. He seeks out Haru, because let’s be real — she probably gets up before him, anyway.]
Uhh, hey. Mornin’.
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Good morning, Eddie-san. I, ah...
[ She's definitely studying him. ]
... Did you not sleep very well?
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He clears his throat. Loudly. And stuffs his hands in his pajama pockets when Haru asks that of him.]
I'm f...ine. I'm fine.
[Beleiveable, right.]
Just, uh. Tossed and turned in my sleep a lot. Need some help out here?
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[ Sometimes she is mighty and sometimes she is not. ]
If you don't have any plans today, though, you could always take it easy. Or, ah... join me for tea?
[ It's a bit too formal, maybe. ]