[audio] On noticing the Doctor is gone...

[booyaka_boom]

*When Selphie speaks up over her journal, some might catch the tail end of a sigh*

So, more people have been disappearing... A whole bunch of people seem to arrive here at the same time, but the people who leave - They just poof, disappear into thin air whenever.

There's not a trace of him left... Just the stuff he left behind in his workshop. But he's really gone.

Guess that's why we should make the most of the time we have with the new friends we make. You never know when one morning you'll go to talk to someone that...just won't be here anymore.

*She clears her throat, signalling the end of her comfort zone*
 

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[uccellodifuoco]

Yes, and then I throw them overboard.

[He reaches his room and enters it, placing her in the bed without a word. The turkey marches inside after them to a corner where it seems to have a small nest for whenever it decides to visit Ikki.]

[booyaka_boom]

Well, I'm honoured that you'd rather have me in your bed than eaten alive by sharks.

*Or whatever was out there. She sits up slightly on his bed and glances about her, blushing and smiling at the same time*

You realise I've never been in your room before...

[uccellodifuoco]

[He tenses at that comment and eyes her with a frown. But he knows that she didn't mean it that way so he sighs and brushes it off.]

You say that as if it's a special place.

[It's nothing special, really. His room has basically nothing personal, it could very well be considered an empty room, in fact if not for the little corner for the turkey.]

Wait, you have been here. You came to get me when you dragged me to the beach party.

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie has noticed this, and wonders if there's something she can do to make his room a little more interesting - and that's where her idea for the volcano will come into her head*

Oh yeah! That's true! And I nearly stole your journal! But at least this time I've been invited.

*She smiles as she cuddles up against his pillow*

Which is nice.

[uccellodifuoco]

If you say so. I've gone to your rooms uninvited more times than invited and I didn't notice any difference.

[He takes off his shirt before he sits on the bed, ready to lay down and take that nap.]

[booyaka_boom]

Okay. If you say so!

*But then he takes his shirt off and she's staring. Probably, it's very obvious that she's staring, so she quickly buries her face into the pillow, her voice muffled when she speaks*

Right. So... Nap time...

[uccellodifuoco]

[He just gives her a look when she suddenly buries her face into the pillow.]

What's wrong with you now? Are you hiding from me?

[booyaka_boom]

*She takes a deep breath and, when she's finally decided that she must be a little less pink, she peeks up at him*

Huh? No - Just...getting comfortable.

[uccellodifuoco]

By burying your face in the pillow?

[booyaka_boom]

Yup. Look - I'm comfortable now.

*And she turns quickly onto her back, staring up straight ahead of her, hands crossed on her stomach, reminding herself how rude it is to stare*

[uccellodifuoco]

[Sometimes you're strange, Selphie.]

If you say so.

[He kicks off his shoes but not his pants, he always sleeps with them on after all. And moves to lay back, sighing deeply and crossing his eyes as he puts his hands behind his head.]

Everything okay now?

[booyaka_boom]

Yeah... I'm fine.

*Her eyes drift over to him, and she smiles, wriggling herself a little closer. She wants to curl up against him, but she doesn't know how he'd feel about having her arms around his bare chest. More to the point, she doesn't know exactly just how she'd feel. Blushing slightly again, Selphie sighs a little and closes her eyes*

[uccellodifuoco]

[He doesn't open his eyes but when he feels her moving he shifts, one of his arms leave its position to move to wrap itself around her pulling her closer. It's not that different than when they slept together after all.]

[booyaka_boom]

*With that as an invitation, Selphie happily rolls close to him, nuzzling into his neck, a hand resting on his chest. And maybe, just maybe, her fingertips brush against his skin. Eyes closed and smiling, she breathes a small sigh of relief*

[uccellodifuoco]

[That makes him chuckle, but he says nothing, focusing on drifting to a quick nap at least. Silence is golden for him.]