wHOAH EMI ACTUALLY HAS AN IDEA (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"Nooooooooooooo," Bree groaned, "I'm not telling you."

“If you don’t tell me I’m going to think it’s something disgusting.” Ana blinked. “Then never sleep in the same bed.”

"Ugh it's nothing disgusting," Bree said with a face, "It's just really really weird."

“Then tell me! Or I’ll assume it is nasty!”

"No! I'm not telling!" Kaze was being adamant about this. She wasn't telling.

“Then I’ll assume it’s the nastiest thing ever and drop it.” Ana grinned.

"Don't assume that, but do drop it."

“There’s nothing to stop me from not thinking it,” Ana pointed out with a hum.

"I won't make anymore ramen," Kaze deadpanned.

Ana shrugged. “I can just summon some.”

"It will never taste as good as mine."

Ana shrugged again. “Very well.”

"Your going that far."

“Yes.” Ana looked at her.

(*you’re)

"Still not telling," Bree responded.

Ana grinned. “Great. Have fun with that.”

"I will," Kaze huffed.

Ana relaxed into the bed again, her wings twitching.
“Oh, right, I said I wouldn’t sleep here.”

Bree laughed, "You did indeed say that. So have fun sleeping on the couch."

Ana scrambled off of the bed, taking the warmth with her. “I will. Have fun sleeping alone…”

"I will," Bree said in a snappish tone.

Ana rolled her eyes at the other’s tone and curled up onto the comfy couch, under the blanket Kaze had offered earlier.

Bree laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. Slightly hoping Ana would fall asleep quickly, because Bree knew she couldn't.

Ana wrapped herself up in her warm wings and half-closed her eyes in a gentle napping position.

Bree slowly got up and crept to the bedroom door, was Ana asleep yet?

She certainly seemed like she was. She was still and her breathing was slow.

Bree let out a soft sigh as she crept across the apartment to a locked room. Originally it had been a guest room, well the room of her roommate, but it had a different purpose now. Bree unlocked and opened the door before shutting and locking it behind her. Safe.

As Kaze crept by her, the other’s back turned to her, she opened her eyes. A door? Hmm…

Kaze flipped the light on and took a deep breath. She still couldn't bear to move anything in here, everything was still in it's place. From the band posters, to the messy papers on the floor. Hell to the scent of cinnamon Cicada had insisted she didn't smell like. Cicada… How many years had it been since you died? It felt like a lifetime ago the pair had been roommates. Breeze knew that her old partner in crime regretted nothing that had happened. Even when she died, bleeding out from a gun shot that had been fired by some crazy old guy. That girl had lived her life to the fullest, at least that's how Breeze wanted to remember her.

Ana gave a gentle grunt and shut her eyes. It technically isn’t my business. Maybe I’ll just do this to see how long it takes her to ask me back into the bed.