V5 Incline 39: The Hopeful Blue

Yes, yes indeed!

I can get used to sleeping like this for a few reasons, very much and more so. The first reason at that is so easy to focus on, and it's the most enjoyable one. Because of how his body sinks into the bed with all that bulk and weight, it just lets me roll closer to him. And when I'm awake, I can crawl up to the top of the ramp and keep rolling up and down!

A second, just as fun reason is that he's so large and firm in body that there's no chance at all of me ever falling off of the bed. I can go up, and down. Up... And down! I just can't find the momentum to roll up and over and off the bed!

And, finally... There's the final reason...! He's so big! There's so much to cuddle up to and hold close!

"Heehee!" I go, smiling widely as I hug him tight, stirring him just enough to make his body move more readily. But it's not quite enough, and I hold him even tighter, giggling even more as his warmth continues to spread across me. Warm, warm, warm! As any good bed should be.

His eyes slowly flicker open, his funny mouth things making silly, drumming noises.

"Wakey-wakey, low-tide!" I coo, snuggling close to him as his slowly open eyes snap open. His head turns about and then down so he can face me. I look up at him, pouting eagerly as he unflinchingly stares me down. I scoot closer to his head, booping my nose against his.

Yet, despite that snap of the eyes, his reaction is... Disappointingly mild. No frightened jump, no energy, no effort, no nothing! He just, stares, turning mild as he becomes more and more awake like I am, just staring at me without a noise, not even from his silly mouth thingies!

"Wh-Who are you...?" he asks, choking on his words despite how slow and cautious he is with them. He shuffles slightly, moving up and over to look at the wide-open door, one I stuffed open last night with some of that other bed bedding. My smile widens as last night goes through my head.

I found him in the basement of our dorm, like a silly thing, totally asleep from exhaustion. The floor was all damaged and wet with the wrong kind of water, and it sparkled with metal shards. I cleaned up what I could, and I brought him all the way up here to his bed, and he just looked so lonely in this room for many but only holding one! And, seeing as he looked like he was having a rough time... Hearing about it... I decided I would share his bed with him to help him out!

Hehe!

"I, low-tide, am Larishazza Sl'Ayiysab! But you..." I begin to say, tapping a golden, caramel-skinned finger against his nose, "Can call me Lari! Lari your friend! Lari your bestie...! Lari your snuggle buddy... Hehe!"

"H-Hello..." he yawns so widely and I giggle, getting that full view of his mouth and all its intricacies, "Larishazza... Go away..."

His words leave me pouting at him, and I move up to fall onto my backend, arms crossed and legs the same. A high-pitched 'Hmph!' leaves me and I keep bouncing up and down on the bed. Now's not the time for anymore sleeping. It's wakey-wakey time!

He doesn't stir again... Grrrr!

"I said you could call me Lari!" I whine, the best kind of anger filling my voice. Joking anger!

My wide smile turns even wider, and I flop down at his side, getting back under the quilt. I play away with his mouth, teasing away at him until he feels nothing but the urge to step out into the morning light. My long, cascading, Mediterranean Blue hair comes up into my hands, that mysteriously named shade not making me giggle as it normally does. Instead, I put it to his face, giving him various forms of facial hair with my otherwise very dull colour of blue.

Little moustaches! Big, long, wise beards! Rougher things that make kisses ticklish and handlebars that frame his mouth! Even lines upon lines of braids that I find so easy to make and... Just a little too hard to undo-

"Go away..." he moans, trying to hide away underneath the blanket. I gasp dramatically at his full-scale retreat, and I give chase. Becoming as much the cause for his failed attempt to hide as his big, cuddly and cool body is. He's so big the blanket can't cover him that well... But it provides just enough shade for the glow of my magic to reflect off of him like halolight on clear water.

"Pretty...!" I coo, watching the iridescence of his shelly bits as I try to trace the warping patterns of light. Another giggle catches in my throat, and I let my magic subside so I can try with just the glow in my hair and the very same glow in my eyes. I look over to his lonely eye, the one he's willing to show me, and I stare him down, smiling all the while. He gets lost in them, lost in my pretty eyes while I find myself getting lost in that one beautiful eye of his.

A groan overtakes him, and his body rumbles with effort. He forces himself out of the bed, making it bounce with the sudden loss of his weight, and I almost fly! Weehee! So high!

Yet... "Oh... Come back here, it's cold out there."

With a gentle shiver, I wrap myself back up in the blanket, cradling myself like a newborn God of Thunder at the start of Creation's greatest song. Oooooh... How I wish I could be coddled and cradled like he was back then, all the way back then when the Goddess of Mothers first came to be. Before she even got her title and place in this world at that!

My new friend, though, he doesn't think like me. His thoughts are elsewhere, uncomfortably paranoid with how he's looking around. Bashing at his ears like there should be something inside of them. And it's not like there's anything literally inside of them with how he's bashing them over the floorboards and...

"Whoop!" I go, nearly falling off the bed as I crane over.

"Why is it quiet...? There should be-" he says with uncertainty, his mouth thingies going off on one as he looks around so desperately. He focuses on the window, and I turn towards the beautiful morning. Something's going down the window, dribbling and quibbling with yolk and eggshell. I go back to my new friend, smiling brightly as he bashes at his head some more with his hands.

"Oh, that! There was this noise I kept hearing, so I used some magic to block it out! No more annoying noises anymore at night!" I chirp pridefully, fluttering my hand on my chest as a smug smile overtakes me. I do some damn fine work when ensuring beauty sleep, yes I doooo!

I even let that fluttering hand present itself so I can show him what I did. My magic ripples onto my palm and dances about in a swirl, I let it grow, blocking out his voice from reaching me, and it slips away. My attention goes to the window, and it bubbles, letting some of the sound through. But, only as that, as bubbles! Bubbles that go through joyful little pop, pop, pop!

"Can you go now, please? Go now..." my friend says, pointing a hand at the open door as he nervously steps away. I frown at his actions all the way, all to the point he accidentally the desk behind him. A giggle comes from me at his clumsiness, and he twitches at it the wrong way... A sad, unfortunate way, but I try to keep my smile up, regardless!

I unwrap myself from the bedding and spin up to my feet. Dancing out of the sheets like in the manner of my homeland, though with something far heavier than gold-rimmed silk. I flash myself into a pose, giggling as the cold shivers away at my posture. His eyes widen and he looks away, my hands going all over me in a sensual manner as my formerly smooth skin is ruined with bumpy cold spots... Damn goosebumps!

"Can you come here? Or I will go to you!" I practically demand, moving over to him with a slight sashay, and I press up to him. Smiling softly as his warm body helps ease the afflictions of the cold against me. Yet, as my front warms, my sides and back only feel colder. And I flip, and I flop...! All the way around him so all my sides get warm!

I'm playing a game, and he's the kebab to fill me with so much comfy, wumfy warmth!-

"Please stop..." he goes, his posture shifting uncomfortably.

"Okay!" I squee cheerfully, spinning away and coming to a regal stop as I hold on to my arm. My feet go backwards and forwards, from the curving rear of my heels, to the nail-hard tops of my toes. All while I keep looking at him as if nothing's wrong.

"I don't have any of your clothes, do I...?" he asks, scratching at the top of his head as the confusion from last night settles in his head. A brief quiet settles in, one I can't help but fill with humming and whistling. He moves about, his arms digging all the place he might keep his clothes looking for mine. Even going to places no sane person would ever keep their wardrobe, and I've known people who have!

"No-No-Nope!" I chirp, bringing him to a stop.

"Huh?" he goes.

"Mine are all accounted for! I just like sleeping without any on!" I explain to him, tapping my foot a few energetic times as I snatch the blanket back up, wrapping myself up in its sleep-inducing softness. A cocoon anyone would want to be trapped in. All with a happy smile on my lips as the warmth returns to my body with greater haste than it ever was before.

"Then why are you here...? Have I been bothering you in some way...?" and his words hurt.

"Nope! I just found you looking a bit down, so. I... I... I am. I am here to cheer you up!" I explain to him, practicing my singing a little, and his posture turns rigid, defensive. Not playfully so, actually so... I do not like this in the slightest...

So, I'm going to change it!

"I don't need cheering up... I am... Fine... I'm fine-" he tries to explain, the wrong kind of water rimming his eyes.

"Liar!" I call him out, fair and square. He flinches, and my posture relaxes. I approach him, reaching out gently to take his hand into mine, but he holds it back.

"..." his mouth can't even find any words, but I can see in those eyes a familiar misery, one I don't like and one I don't want to see at all.

"I... I do not like liars... So come on, I... Am... Starving! Well, no, I'm actually Larishazza, but you can call me Lari- And you get the point! Come on!" I go, moving through all the eager tones of voice I can, and I grab his hand into mine, squeezing tight and lovingly.

We head off, with me guiding him towards the kitchen. Much to his surprise at that, because he can't stop trying to fight back against me and I won't let him go. I will not let him go. I refuse to let him go!

And I find that particularly funny, a little woman like me is tugging along a big man like him! Frankly, too, I've many doubts that he wouldn't find something like this amusing. He just needs to be put into that right mood for it. And I can do just that!

"H-Hey... Let go..." he trembles, trying to grab onto various bits and bobs to halt my advance through the dorm, and his grip slips each time.

"Nope!" I sing, squeezing his hand affectionately as I look back his way, smile wide and full of nothing but love for my friends. New and old, especially my new, unhappy ones!