The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

Nat emitted a very emphatic "mmmph" into the all-encompassing softness, not sure if she was supposed to be grateful or ticked or dead. All were equally nice.
Lilith had planned on exploring the bottom floor a little bit more and seeing who all was still awake, but she felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness wash over her and begin it's fast decent into drowning, so she instead stole one of the many pillows off the bed and found one of the blankets beside the dresser, dropping them beside a sleeping Tru and laying her head on the soft pillow, snuggling into Tru's silky coat and throwing the blanket over them both.
Even with her racing thoughts, she was soon fast asleep. Now whether that was a good or bad thing, was yet to be known.
 
"I'll be fine here." She answered, giving Colby a sideways glance before glaring at Kipp who was now fidgeting from having clothes pull out from under him.

“Ok. Goodnight,” Kevin said, grabbing the last remaining clothes and heading upstairs. He tossed them into a corner in his room, going into the bathroom and changing into a pair of gray sweatpants. He sat on the edge of the bed, writing down a shopping list for the morning, before setting it on his nightstand and sinking into his pillows, falling asleep instantly.
 
After Lilith and Tru had left the room, Ciro all but collapsed on the floor. He was too done to even imagine getting up again, let alone get out of his fitted tunic and into something more conducive to sleep.
Whatever had happened to him? He’d used to be able to skimp on sleep for days on end, and now he couldn’t even stay on his feet a few hours past average. The Borealans really had treated them too well in every aspect- they didn’t even forget to assure full nights’ sleep.
He looked up at the tempting poster bed through bleary eyes. There was no way he’d ever allow himself to get in Kevin’s bed- the floor right where he was at was more than fantastic, and all he needed.
But was he in the way?
Whoever came in the door was bound to trip over him to uncertain doom. Ciro crawled over to a local corner in the most undignified way -and not like these snug capri pants were making anything easier- but, hey, nobody was around to judge.
Right on cue, Taquikkar let out a rumbling grunt that could’ve easily passed for a laugh.
“And you’re supposed to be blind,” Ciro grumbled darkly, putting two of his fingers to his eyes and then aiming them toward her cloudy red ones. “Since you’re so able, you had better watch out.”
For that, Taquikkar settled on the side of the room that was absolutely the farthest from him.
Ciro plopped his head right down onto the hardwood floor and let his body follow, aware that this was bound to be a very cold and lonely night and completely okay with it.
...
It began innocently enough, long after Kevin had come in and fallen right asleep. Thankfully, or as far as Ciro could tell so far, he was a heavy sleeper.
But Ciro heard it all.
An unobtrusive claw click or two for every pivot Taquikkar made in rearranging herself on the floor.
Suddenly, it increased tenfold as she got up and began pacing the length of the room.
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack.
And so it went on, her intensifying panting filling in the brief reprieves more often than not.
Despite all of the alterations she’d both unwillingly and willingly undergone, Taquikkar was, in fact, still a very real wolf that had never once spent a night indoors. In the time he’d had her, Ciro had either slept beside her outside or, after having been repeatedly assured that she was completely able to take care of herself, he’d sent her outside to roam around whatever village they were staying in for the night.
Ciro groped blindly around himself until he came to something usable -felt like a wayward chair pillow- and buried his face in it, prepared to attempt spontaneous deafness.
But then there came a halfheartedly, yet threateningly angsty, grunted “awo-wow-woh-oo-oo-ooh.”
Ciro practically levitated out of his sleeping position and had his arms around Taquikkar’s muzzle before you could say, well, anything. Oh, no, you DON’T,” he corrected in an uncharacteristically harsh whisper.
The first thing his clearing eyes caught was the door to the wraparound balcony. Not allowing her the slightest room for resistance, he hauled her right over and carefully opened the door with his free hand. As soon as she caught wind of the fresh air, she was off and happily trotting the circumference of the deck, on much quieter paws than usual. It was almost as if she knew that she had the power to wake or let be entirely in those footfalls.
Ciro, however, didn't find the same value in a perimeter survey and was back on wooden ground again and positioning himself for sleep before he knew it.
It wasn’t long before he was wholly encompassed by fur.
 
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After Lilith and Tru had left the room, Ciro all but collapsed on the floor. He was too done to even imagine getting up again, let alone get out of his fitted tunic and into something more conducive to sleep.
Whatever had happened to him? He’d used to be able to skimp on sleep for days on end, and now he couldn’t even stay on his feet a few hours past average. The Borealans really had treated them too well in every aspect- they didn’t even forget to assure full nights’ sleep.
He looked up at the tempting poster bed through bleary eyes. There was no way he’d ever allow himself to get in Kevin’s bed- the floor right where he was at was more than fantastic, and all he needed.
But was he in the way?
Whoever came in the door was bound to trip over him to uncertain doom. Ciro crawled over to a local corner in the most undignified way -and not like these snug capri pants were making anything easier- but, hey, nobody was around to judge.
Right on cue, Taquikkar let out a rumbling grunt that could’ve easily passed for a laugh.
“And you’re supposed to be blind,” Ciro grumbled darkly, putting two of his fingers to his eyes and then aiming them toward her cloudy red ones. “Since you’re so able, you had better watch out.”
For that, Taquikkar settled on the side of the room that was absolutely the farthest from him.
Ciro plopped his head right down onto the hardwood floor and let his body follow, aware that this was bound to be a very cold and lonely night and completely okay with it.
...
It began innocently enough, long after Kevin had come in and fallen right asleep. Thankfully, or as far as Ciro could tell so far, he was a heavy sleeper.
But Ciro heard it all.
An unobtrusive claw click or two for every pivot Taquikkar made in rearranging herself on the floor.
Suddenly, it increased tenfold as she got up and began pacing the length of the room.
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack.
And so it went on, her intensifying panting filling in the brief reprieves more often than not.
Despite all of the alterations she’d both unwillingly and willingly undergone, Taquikkar was, in fact, still a very real wolf that had never once spent a night indoors. In the time he’d had her, Ciro had either slept beside her outside or, after having been repeatedly assured that she was completely able to take care of herself, he’d sent her outside to roam around whatever village they were staying in for the night.
Ciro groped blindly around himself until he came to something usable -felt like a wayward chair pillow- and buried his face in it, prepared to attempt spontaneous deafness.
But then there came a halfheartedly, yet threateningly angsty, grunted “awo-wow-woh-oo-oo-ooh.”
Ciro practically levitated out of his sleeping position and had his arms around Taquikkar’s muzzle before you could say, well, anything. Oh, no, you DON’T,” he corrected in an uncharacteristically harsh whisper.
The first thing his clearing eyes caught was the door to the wraparound balcony. Not allowing her the slightest room for resistance, he hauled her right over and carefully opened the door with his free hand. As soon as she caught wind of the fresh air, she was off and happily trotting the circumference of the deck, on much quieter paws than usual. It was almost as if she knew that she had the power to wake or let be entirely in those footfalls.
Ciro, however, didn't find the same value in a perimeter survey and was back on wooden ground again and positioning himself for sleep before he knew it.
It wasn’t long before he was wholly encompassed by fur.
(Korim forces sleep upon you. XD )
 
Cam was a morning person. She was sickeningly cheerful in the morning. Force of habit, she always woke up early to water the garden before school, and work her slow working magic in her garden, a magic requiring patience and didn’t rush growth. That was why her garden was a delicious little jungle of exotic vegetation that otherwise couldn’t be found in Columbus.
She arose and slipped from the covers, stepping over the sleeping forms of Aella and Aria.
Buttery rich sunlight fell into the landing from the east-facing window, bathing her dark skin in a warm glow.
Like butter and chocolate chips, two things that would pair perfectly with... pancakes.
Cam’s stomach immediately voiced its opinion on subject. She had forgotten, or neglected rather, eating dinner the night before, and now she was hungry.
Well, that would have to wait. She would hate to wake up Kevin just because of her silly wants.
No. She’d get a shower in. A quiet one. Was a quiet shower possible? If so, that was what she would strive to achieve.
So she strode into the bathroom and was startled by her reflection. Thinner in face, more acne due to many neglected baths, but otherwise unchanged. But Cam looked like a princess, awoken from slumber. Her braids were askew, yes, bags hung under her eyes, but the dress was so perfect. The pale green silk floated around her like a vision she had once seen of the lady in the forest, way back in September.
But that lady had been sad. Cam’s grin, the one you make when you recognize yourself and realize hey, I don’t look half bad, was bright enough to illuminate the entire whole of Earth.
I did something good.
And thus, Cam took the most discrete, quietest shower she could possibly manage and then dried off, redressed, and redid her braids. Counting her blessings.
 
Aria let out a muffle moan as light flooded the room, she yawned stretching and standing up. “Am I still in Russia?” Aria whispered to herself before standing and walking over to the bathroom which Cam had just left. She had a quick shower before quickly redressing and tipping her hair forwards into a bun and pinning in place. She knew it wouldn’t last long before it fell out again because her hair was just too thick to stay in anything. She examined her face in the mirror, her lips were dry and her throat was parched but other than that she seemed pretty okay. She left the bathroom and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, just after she sat down her bun went kaput and fell out. She flattened her hair back down and placed the bobby pins in a line on the kitchen island while waiting for anyone else to come downstairs
 
After a long, nearly peaceful sleep, Hana finally awoke. Her eyes flickered open, groggily turning herself over to see where she was. Right... Russia.. As much as she didn’t want to get up immediately, she just took her time, cherishing being wrapped up in her blanket and arms around her katana. Eventually she sat up, hair frizzy and eyes lazy. Letting out a yawn and stretching her arms to regain full flexibility, she stood up and stretched her legs. That’s when she realized the other girls were gone, Is it late? She gazed over at the bed, the layering of blankets hard to tell if there was anyone under there. Hana exited room three and headed to the restroom with some day clothes to change into after bathing. When she left, she felt completely refreshed with her skin still steaming from the hot water. She had changed into long skirt and laced top, her hair damply tangled as she returned back to the room to comb it out.
 
Aria let out a muffle moan as light flooded the room, she yawned stretching and standing up. “Am I still in Russia?” Aria whispered to herself before standing and walking over to the bathroom which Cam had just left. She had a quick shower before quickly redressing and tipping her hair forwards into a bun and pinning in place. She knew it wouldn’t last long before it fell out again because her hair was just too thick to stay in anything. She examined her face in the mirror, her lips were dry and her throat was parched but other than that she seemed pretty okay. She left the bathroom and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, just after she sat down her bun went kaput and fell out. She flattened her hair back down and placed the bobby pins in a line on the kitchen island while waiting for anyone else to come downstairs
(#thickhairproblems hehe)
“Hey Ari,” Cam said, popping out from behind the island. “You up too?” She shivered. It was cold this morning. Normally she would have gone outside, but it seemed partially off-limits and partially frigid.
 
(#thickhairproblems hehe)
“Hey Ari,” Cam said, popping out from behind the island. “You up too?” She shivered. It was cold this morning. Normally she would have gone outside, but it seemed partially off-limits and partially frigid.
“Indeed I am” Aria smiled at Cam. She felt a question fighting its way to the surface do you know if Kylan has a crush? But no. She had to save that for a better time, she yawed tucking her hair behind her ears.
(I have really thick hair so much that it ends up in a tangled mess)
 
Kylan was an early riser from way back, and being in someone else's home didn't hinge that habit, quite helping his eyes to snap open at some unholy early hour of the morning.
He kept quiet, carefully peeking up over the edge of the bed to make sure the communist terrors hadn't arisen, which thankfully for him, they had not. He knew that peace wouldn't last forever, it never did with them. Being Torin's and Noah's favorite of the group didn't save him from the siege, either.
He reached over and collected his boots and belt, slinking over as silently as possible to the bathroom door, of which he entered and quickly got the shower he had been unable to get the night before. When he got out, he got back into his Borealian attire of a red shirt and orange pants as fast as he could, glancing at himself in the mirror. He really hadn't changed other than the fact that he was more toned muscularly and his skin was a bit darker, and his hair had grown to be a real poof and turned sort of wavy, not that he cared much, it still had his signature look to it. The blonde dyes was still there, too, however they seemed smaller due to the black parts growing.
But he quickly scurried out of the bathroom though, nervous to leave the trio alone too long, even if they were sleeping. He got in just in time, as Torin has awakened too and was slipping out of the bed with a yawn. "Mornin'." He greeted his younger brother, whom only returned it with a nod and wave as he went to the bathroom himself, soon returning.
Kylan glanced at the other two boys, who were still sleeping peacefully.
It probably wasn't the best idea to leave them alone up here.
So he stepped over his mess of covers to the bed, giving them both a couple pats on the shoulders to wake them up. "Alright, c'mon. Let's go see if we can get some food in this house or not."
Before Noah or Alex could reply, however, Torin had vaulted out the door and freed himself, causing Kylan to spin on his heels and chase after him down the dark hallway, definitely waking up someone in the process-- As he was sure he heard Lilith snarl something through the walls, but who knew.
He swung around the corning much too fast, practically flying down the stairs and vaulting the last few in his desperate attempt to wrangle Torin-- Which went horridly wrong as he face planted on the hardwood floors, sliding a bit and coming to a halt when he was stopped by someone's feet.
He rolled over, eyes squinting and face plastered with a stupid grin, already doing finger guns. "I meant to do that. It's a new, um, dance move. Yeah."
 

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