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[evite]

you will not

[ don't insult her hospitality ]

[kgbs]

I will so.

[ hospitality like he is a guest. ]

[evite]

[ throws hands!!! in the air!!! ]

you're impossible
what do you have against our bed anyway?

[kgbs]

Nothing.

[ the bed is perfectly fine! ]

I have slept in it before, I will sleep in it again. Falling asleep on the sofa is not going to change that.

[evite]

it's weird

[ sorry this is her hill to die on ]

you act like you don't even live there

[kgbs]

Is this really something you want to talk about while you're working?

[ a v o i d. ]

[evite]

we're already talking about it

[ and she's v good at multitasking ]

[kgbs]

I live there.

[ see, everything was fine. ]

We can cease talking about it now.

[evite]

good
then sleep in your own bed and stop sleeping on the couch like you're some exiled boyfriend

[kgbs]

Or what?

[ she was so going to find him on the couch tonight when she arrived. ]

[evite]

or i'm going to think you really want to be some exiled ex-boyfriend
and that's really going to put a kink in my plans for after work

[kgbs]

I just do not understand why this is so offensive to you. That I cannot wait on the sofa while I read or watch television. And if I happen to fall asleep, still waiting for you, why is that so bad?

[ it doesn't sound bad to him. ]

[evite]

because purposefully sleeping on the couch or the floor is very different than accidentally falling asleep watching tv
and between the two of us, you're not the one who accidentally falls asleep

[ IT'S HER, REMEMBER ]

[kgbs]

But it is not out of the question that I would especially if you are very late.

[ he does sleep, daisy. ]

You are making a lot of incorrect assumptions here.

[evite]

so, what
the problem's that i work late and you won't sleep in our bed if i'm not there?
you realize how absolutely stupid that sounds, right?

[kgbs]

I'm going to eat dinner.

[ he was going to have a sandwich from some street vendor. it would probably not be a good sandwich but he was going to eat and then go sit on the sofa and stare at the television without turning it on, probably. ]

There is no problem. I'll see you later.

[evite]

[ is that a yes? it sure as hell feels like a yes. it also feels a little bit like a dismissal.

so instead of answering, she just goes back to work, gets the pick-up order (she already paid for it, might as well), and then goes home.

she's a little less pleased to see him on the couch than she might normally be. ]

You are, without a doubt, the most obnoxious man I've ever met. [ and yet... ] And somehow, the only one I've ever been willing to live with.

[ lucky for him? ]

[kgbs]

[ he was man with many hidden depths. and he was currently stretched out on the sofa (with his feet hanging off the end because no sofa was meant for a man his size) while the television blared on about something or other. a historical documentary that he'd been following a little earlier. ]

Did you have a productive night at work?

[ at least he wasn't asleep? ]

[evite]

Yes, [ though she tries to stifle the pride in her voice. they'd accomplished what they meant to, a difficult task even in good circumstances, and she'd gotten out well before midnight. that was something to be happy about.

and yet, here they were, both bristling from a non-argument over text about something that didn't even matter. all that energy just coursing through her system, needing an out one way or another. ]

Are you comfortable?

[kgbs]

Yes.

[ he had no crick in his neck nor were any of limbs cramping. perhaps it wouldn't be a great spot to sleep for any lengthy amount of time but he was fine for now. he probably would have been fine if he had fallen asleep. ]

I'm fine.

[ always fine. ]

[evite]

You're always fine.

[ and she's always in a state of disbelief, because it's always bullshit. he might be functionally capable of laying on that couch, but it sure as hell wasn't as comfortable as the bed. laying with your feet hanging off and your head tipped upwards at a strange angle was not comfortable.

daisy can't quite shake the urge to scream. she could go for a run, but turning and walking back out the door so soon after arriving seems a little too rude. so she just stands in the kitchen, feeling her whole body vibrate with all that pent-up energy, staring at him as if waiting for anything at all to happen. ]

[kgbs]

Why are you staring at me? [ it's easy to feel the tension flitting between them, back and forth like a volleyball that neither of them wants to keep for too long. she's standing there staring and he's laying there, refusing to move. ]

I am always fine. [ he's glad they agree. he stares at her a moment longer, wondering if she wanted to say something or do something but eventually moves his gaze back to the ridiculous documentary that's been on for what seems like hours. ]

[evite]

Because you're full of shit, as per usual.

[ a huff under her breath as she turns to the kitchen counter, various takeout boxes splayed out in front of her. clearly, he's not hungry. she's not even really hungry anymore, either. maybe she should just put it all in the fridge for tomorrow. ]

On the fucking couch, I swear. Like you're crowdsurfing or something.

[ she's mostly mumbling to herself. ]

[kgbs]

[ he'd been willing to leave it alone, let it lie, agree to disagree on this whole sofa thing but then she starts muttering and while only hears the first part, he knows she's still going on with her mumble.

he stares after her, brow furrowed and mutters something sharp in russian because it's just a sofa. he just laying on the sofa, waiting for her to come back and what is so bad about that? ]

I'm going to sleep.

[ he could argue further but maybe that was what she wanted. so, he does the opposite and stands up, straightening his shirt and eyeing her for a long second before turning to head to the bedroom.

and the bed. finally. ]

[evite]

[ oh. well. whatever's in the food containers gets no more than a second of thought as soon as illya turns tail for the bedroom; daisy almost immediately yanks the fridge door open, sweeping everything inside and closing the door again with a satisfying thump.

to his back, she mutters a bitter curse. ] Coward. [ and then flings herself on the couch now vacated, willing herself not to be emotional. she's just... annoyed, that's all. flight or fight urge repressed into nothing — totally logical to feel frustrated about it. ]