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Her toes wriggled under the covers and her fingers shifted slightly. So soft… So comfy… Her body stretched as her eyelashes unfurled.
Walls of black panels, with golds swirling in patterns within. Curtains around the canopies that glittered black upon the white pillows. She recognized the surface above her…
A small moan escaped her lips and she sided her head on the pillows; to the right a door to the bathroom and another to a wardrobe.
To her left, an elf who had a little circus running around on her lap while she sat on a chair. Jotou parted her lips more, "…Asobi…" she hushed.
The circus disappeared and Asobi jolted her head up, "Jotou, you're awake!" she leaned down to grab her by the shoulders and give a hug.
Jotou lifted herself up slightly as Asobi wrapped her arms around the blonde. "Ugh, sore, sore, I'm very sore…" Jotou smiled. Asobi let go and Jotou fell back into the pillows. "We're in, Tamara Palace?"
