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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[overlords_wrath]

Part of him entirely did not want to face them yet. He could have been entirely happy just curled up under here for many hours to come, but it seemed the chances of that happening were slim. He recognized Ivan's voice, and Etna's familiar voice was strange but welcoming.

Well, he might as well just get this over with so he could get back to resting... hopefully.

Letting out a bit of a unhappy sigh, Laharl slowly eased himself up a bit, but it was difficult he found, his body felt sluggish and his head groggy. Despite his body's protests however, he managed to get somewhat upright. Pausing a moment to rub his eyes then shove some of his disheveled hair from his face, he glanced around the room.

There was Flonne - she'd fallen from the bed. Again. Stupid Love Freak... Ivan - Laharl was kind of surprised to see him there. He'd stuck around to help them find him? A........ floating carpet? ......What? He shook his head a bit, he wasn't about to ask now. And lastly....

Laharl hesitated, he'd been almost dreading this - facing Etna after... this. Well, she was here if that meant anything, and had been looking for him, apparently, so...

He finally met her gaze and Laharl found he was glad to see her and it showed in his expression, but he wasn't sure what to say at all. What could he say? Where the hell do you start? To say this was awkward would be an understatement.

".....Hey, Etna," he finally murmured quietly.