|Current mood:|| awake|
|Current music:||Nana Katase - "Telepathy"|
~To sleep perchance to dream~
Last night, well I came back from the library only to come in contact with a little conflict, and by little it just means that I do not know exactly what to make of it. Evidentally our sleep mate, Setzer Gabbiani had a conflict with a female and that said female threw a vase at him. Of course considering what he said to -me-, I would not blame her if she had thrown anything heavier at him with whatever he said to her.
Setzer told me that Sigurd and I make way too much noise. I am not completely senseless not to know what he was meaning. Part of me wanted to go into our room, grab Sigurd and let Setzer hear exactly what -noise- meant. Can you break the sound barrier with.. sex?
So at any rate me and Miss Durante tended to the man's shoulder wounds, I exchanged pleasantries with the girl and then I headed back to the room where Sigurd was. He was in the process of emptying out the closet when he saw me walk in. I calmly asked him what he was doing and then he turned to me and just said out of the blue, "You need a costume!"
A costume for what, was my response and that is when he notified me about the costume party on friday night. I told him that I do not need to go as anything and that I shall just go as myself, if I decide to go. However I do not have a choice.
"You mean you're going as a serial killer, Hyu? They look just like everyone else. Don't be silly, you are going and in costume!"
I did not have the heart nor the inclination to argue with my roommate and so now I am going as a pirate along with Sigurd. I do not think I can pull it off but I suppose I must make Sigurd happy. And that smile when I said yes, it almost made me weak just thinking about it.
After plans were underway we both sat on my bed and watched some more Utena. Granted it was hard to concentrate with Sigurd's fingers running through my hair or his lips touching against the back of my neck. Part of me wanted to sleep with Sigurd again, but then part of me questioned the wisdom in that so we ended up going back to our mutual beds to sleep.
Now it is the morning and I am in serious need of some breakfast. Sigurd is still asleep, he is so beautiful in repose. It is hard -not- to grow fond of him.