"Sure," you agree carefully.
"A-ah. You're sure you're OK with it? I mean, if you'd rather sleep in your own room..." Mami asks anxiously.
"No, it's fine," you smile at her.
"Thank you, Sabrina." She returns the smile tentatively. "Umm... I need my hairbrush."
You shake your head. "Go ahead! I'll be right here," you say.
Mami pushes off the couch and moves to her bedroom. You can hear her yanking the drawer open, before she darts back out into the living room with her hairbrush in hand, eyes fretfully hunting for you again. You smile at her from the sofa, and she hurries over to sit beside you again.
You pat her on the shoulder as she shuffles forward a little bit on the sofa seat and begins brushing her hair, leaning forward to avoid the sofa back. Her eyes slide closed, and she hums a little in contentment over the familiar task.
Eventually, her hair is brushed to her satisfaction, and she looks at you.
"Time to sleep?" you ask.
"OK," Mami says.
The two of you move to her bedroom, and you find the mattress leaning against a wall. "I'll take the mattress, OK?" you say, before Mami can offer.
"No, you can take the bed," the blonde disagrees.
You hold up a hand. "Mami, it's
your bed, and the mattress is perfectly comfortable," you say.
"O-oh," Mami says, looking like a kicked puppy. "If you're sure."
"I'm sure," you smile at Mami as you drag the mattress over beside the bed while Mami helps you bring over the pillow and blankets.
"Ah... well," Mami perches on the edge of her bed, watching you settle down for the night. "Good night, Sabrina."
"Good night, Mami," you say, burrowing under the blankets as she turns out the lights.
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When you wake up -late, since it's a weekend and you didn't set an alarm clock-, there's a warm presence burrowed into your side.
Well.
Can't say you didn't expect that.
You look down at Mami's peacefully sleeping face, pressed against your shoulder.
"Mami," you say, gently shaking her. "Time to wake up."
"Mrh," the blonde mumbles, cuddling closer to you.
... can't say you didn't expect
that, either.
"Mami!" you say a little louder, and shaking her a little more firmly.
"Mrrrm..." Golden eyes crack open, peering lazily at you, before they fly fully open in alarm. "Sabrina?" The blonde flinches back from you and pulls herself into a sitting position, cringing like she's touched a hot stove. "Ah! I'm sorry!"
You shake your head, likewise sitting up. "It's
fine, Mami. Just... it's past eight now," you say, tilting your head at the clock.
"Oh," Mami says. "I'm sorr-"
"Don't," you say, but soften the rebuke with a smile. "You have nothing to apologize for, OK? And we're both awake now, so... breakfast?"
"I... yes, that would be nice," Mami says.
"Alright, then." You rise to your feet, yawning hugely and stretching. The sun streaming in through the window is a stark contrast from yesterday's enormous storm, and a glance at the twisted, tangled mess of bedsheets on Mami's bed - it's easy enough to guess at what happened last night, you think. Nightmares and then some.
You wash yourself up, going through the familiar routines of your morning ablutions, with rather more haste than usual - you suspect Mami is giving the door that lost puppy look again.
And indeed, she is, to which you can only respond with what you hope is a reassuring smile. Or...
