Margo's Bedroom, 33 Apocalypse, Thursday Morning

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

The early part of the week had been something of a blur of hard-to-control anger with the occasional bone, but Margo's days had been on an upswing since running into Shunsui at the park. At least, she thought so. After all, it was early morning, and she wasn't in bed alone, and whoever it was was both warm and a snuggler.

She'd allow it.

She muttered something to that point and dug into the warmth a bit more. She'd deal with kicking whoever it was out in a second. Right now she was comfortable. Or as comfortable as you could be, when your eyepatch had shifted onto your temple during the night and the string was wrapped into your hair.

[[ for an adorable alien, and possibly the housemate after that thread if he wants to ]]