<TEXT> means it's in Borginian. That's all I really have to say. This is obviously pre... everything in the game? Durr hurr. Weak ending is... kinda weak.






Machi rolled over in the hotel bed, listening to Lamiroir's breathing. The room was dark enough that it was difficult to tell the difference between having his eyes open or not--he could hear everything and see nothing. Even the rain outside. He rolled onto his side and stared towards the door, silent. There was a sign on the other side of it that said "do not disturb" in several languages, but he couldn't read it because none of those languages was Borginian. He didn't read Borginian as well he should, but it wasn't a big problem most of the time. Eventually he took a breath and climbed out of bed.

<Machi?> Lamiroir's tired voice came from the far side of the room. <Are you okay?> Her voice was beautiful even when she'd just been woken up. To Machi, it was a comforting sound.

<Everything is fine,> he whispered in Borginian, padding for the bathroom and feeling his way through the dark carefully.

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Soon Machi was feeling his way in the opposite direction, still trying to see despite the dark. As such, he nearly ran into the side of the bed. Lying back down didn't help him fall any closer to sleep, though, and he gave a near-sigh, trying to make himself comfortable.

<Are you having trouble sleeping?> Lamiroir's question startled him and he had to take a moment to catch his breath, soothing his heartbeat. He must have woken her with all the noise he'd been making in trying to get around and hadn't gone back to sleep.

<It was just the plane trip,> he told her, referring to flight from France that had brought them here. <The time differences are making me tired.>

<I'm so sorry.> Her apology was heartfelt, she did feel sorry for taking him around the world with her like this. But he never complained, even when he was like this and suffered from the time zones and crowds of strangers.

<I'm okay.> He told her, getting out of bed again. Sliding out from under the covers, Machi began to feel his way across the hotel room, moving along solid objects to find his way. Lamiroir and her bed were all but lost in the darkness, but he eventually made it and sat down next to her on the edge of her bed. The mattress nearby was warm from her body heat--she was sitting up now, and found his hand with hers before reaching up to stroke his hair. It didn't matter whether she needed his help right now or not. It was comforting just to be there. <We do have to wake up early, though.> They had to catch a connecting flight that had been delayed.

<Yes. Do you want to stay here until then?> She didn't mind his presence, familiar and small as it was. They were both Lamiroir, really, her and Machi together. Song and piano. Machi didn't answer. She left her hand on his and in the morning, Machi awoke with his head on her shoulder.

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Aw, this is sweet! More chapters, please!

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sorry didnt know the time

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