sweet dreams. someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them. what do you do?
[And Froze, being the person she is, immediately grows concerned when she feels Yosafire just...fall into her. She staggers back from the sudden weight but manages to keep her balance, instead focusing on the demon in her arms.]
[Froze sighs, doing her best to shift Yosafire to a position so that she can open the door to her house. Eventually, she manages to succeed, pushing open the door with her elbow.]
[If Yosafire wasn't so out of it right now, Froze seriously wouldn't hesitate to just drop her onto the ground. Even now, she has to resist the urge to do so, but she helps the demon in the house gradually.]
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Yosafire?!
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[ Yosafire's head begins tilting slightly, waning back and forth as she slowly loses her grasp of herself. ]
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[Froze sighs, doing her best to shift Yosafire to a position so that she can open the door to her house. Eventually, she manages to succeed, pushing open the door with her elbow.]
Get in.
There are no icons to reflect sleepiness so
I-I'm trying..... [Head falling to the side.]
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Yaaay...home...!
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[Froze snaps from beside her, giving a heavy sigh. Really, handling Yosafire took a lot of energy out of her.]
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[ She's about to pass out, and probably isnt even competent anymore. ]
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This is my house, not yours.
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Ooooooh....[small smile.] neatoo...
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You said you were tired, right? I guess you can stay here for a bit.
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