"Hotaru… Mmh…"
"Dude, wake up," a pillow was hovering over a sleeping blonde, about to drop.
Sparks went over her hair and Jotou ejected her eyes open. She immediately looked up and saw Ben without his helmet; he had a heavy-looking pillow about ready to drop on her head.
"Oh great, you're up," he tossed the pillow aside.
Jotou let out groans and morning mutters. She had a pillow clutched in her arms and locked with her legs—a little drool absorbed in it. She yawned and pushed it away. She grunted, rubbing the side of her hip where her sword was still sheathed.
"You still nocturnal like you used to be?" Ben asked as he stuck his large sword behind his back.
"I still like the night, but not really," she sniffled. "Did you sleep in your armour…?"
"What? No dude, I took it off. You were asleep immediately though," he surveyed the small attic-like room with rickety beds and straw for mattresses.
