The Morning After [Completed]

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Characters: Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Ivan, Carpet
Content: Ivan and Etna discover that Flonne found Laharl last night. Much Q&A ensues, as well as a great lot of relief.
Setting: Actua Are (J7)
Time: Morning
Warnings: HOMG FLUFF!

Flonne was having a wonderful dream. In it, she had found Laharl. Sure, he had been hurt, but a quick heal spell had fixed that. They had made it back to the hotel room, and she'd fallen asleep just across the bed from him. In fact, if she reached out, she could touch him.

It had been such a good dream, but it was over, Flonne knew as she awoke to the morning sun strewn across the bed. It was just too bad it wasn't real. Yawning and stretching, she rolled over, not expecting her hand to come in contact with something soft and warm.

Her eyes flew open, taking in the sight of her hand resting lightly on Laharl's cheek, the rest of him burrowed deeply in the blankets on the bed. So it hadn't been a dream..."Laharl," she breathed, hardly daring to move. It was real...he was here...her face split into a wide smile and she jumped off the bed, intending to tell everybody the good news.

Unfortunately for Flonne, natural clumsiness prevailed and tangled her in the blankets. Instead of her happy jump, she tumbled off the bed with a loud, surprised squeak.

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Ivan was jarred awake by the thud Flonne made as she fell out of bed. He hadn't been sleeping wonderfully anyway, since there were only two beds in the room and he'd either volunteered or been volunteered to be the one on the floor, but the sound would have been enough anyway.

After a second of confusion, he scooted to where he could see what had happened, and he had to chuckle. "You okay, Flonne?" he asked, glancing up at the bed she'd fallen from. They'd have to watch the noise, or they'd wake Laharl, and...

Wait a second.

"Laharl!" he exclaimed, almost without realizing it, and scrambled to his feet. A hundred questions crowded into his brain before he'd even fully gotten his balance. When had he- but how- he thought he'd heard someone come in during the night, he suddenly realized, but why he hadn't thought anything of it then was beyond him.

Since the overlord still looked asleep from here, Ivan turned back to Flonne, flabbergasted. "How long has he been there?" he asked dumbly, pointing; he tried to keep his voice low so as not to wake anybody who wasn't already up, though.

(ooc: Carpet's also welcome to jump in anytime ♥)