[The lights in Dezel's room flicker in response to Rose's pain as she lets out a swear from smacking her head into the makeshift pillow- damn, she'd forgotten about that. And yet she's laughing moments after, the absurdity of it all being too much for her half-baked mind to take seriously.]
I was gonna let us sleep, but some jerk broke the bed.
[Why yes, she is foisting blame to him. Deal with it. Because she's grinning and not in the least bit sorry. When Dezel slides off, her hand shoots out to latch onto his shirt, allowing her to try dragging him back. No escape.]
Oh no you don't! No fair changing your mind about taking responsibility when things get uncomfortable!
[In more ways than she realizes, most likely. On a usual night, it would've been near impossible for her to sleep without getting all her gear off and slipping into more comfortable nightclothes, but arguing with Dezel is so damn exhausting. Cot or not, she could probably doze off right there if given a chance. First thing's first though: ensuring her partner in crimes against furniture doesn't beat a hasty retreat.]
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I was gonna let us sleep, but some jerk broke the bed.
[Why yes, she is foisting blame to him. Deal with it. Because she's grinning and not in the least bit sorry. When Dezel slides off, her hand shoots out to latch onto his shirt, allowing her to try dragging him back. No escape.]
Oh no you don't! No fair changing your mind about taking responsibility when things get uncomfortable!
[In more ways than she realizes, most likely. On a usual night, it would've been near impossible for her to sleep without getting all her gear off and slipping into more comfortable nightclothes, but arguing with Dezel is so damn exhausting. Cot or not, she could probably doze off right there if given a chance. First thing's first though: ensuring her partner in crimes against furniture doesn't beat a hasty retreat.]
Dezeeeel, c'mon.