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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Uh-oh, looked like Etna was awake and spitting mad.... Carpet found himself ducking her boot projectile as well, even as he extricated Flonne from the last of the blanket tangle. She also seemed to not realize the reason Ivan was yelling until it was entirely too late to take back the boot, which Carpet had been too startled to try and intercept, for the poor adept's sake. Instead, Carpet patted Flonne's head gently with a tassel, parting her hair and checking to make sure she hadn't been hurt worse than she'd realized. Probably wouldn't have anything worse than a bump or bruise, definitely nothing to worry about....

In that case, he might as well help Laharl, miserable as the little Overlord looked. He hadn't heard the story of how they had found each other either, so he had to admit to some curiosity too.... Leaving Flonne's side, the Carpet drifted to position himself behind Laharl, curling to fit the contours of the demon's back and head to provide a support to lean against and help him stay upright.