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[pilot_princess]

[And Gulliver has once again taken this as the perfect opportunity to play with Anemone's communicator. Sure, it's late, but he's bored at the hospital, and roaming around. He squeaks a little, saying something about wanting to eat again. Or go home. Or something.

A few seconds pass before Gulliver just puts down the communicator. Obviously, he's not being fed. And when he moves his butt away, Anemone pops into view, sleeping at a desk, with her head on a few files that are sitting on top of a textbook. And drooling on the paperwork. Gulliver just leaves and lets it idle out on her soft snoring.]

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[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

...

[Just kind of... checking on her, to see if she's ok. He doesn't exactly wanna wake her up though.]

[pilot_princess]

[Not to fear! She's just catching up on all that sleep she hasn't been getting recently. Except she's squeezing her eyes tighter because her dream ain't so pretty.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[He's not liking this at all, but he's still keeping an eye on her.]

[pilot_princess]

[She ends up letting out a small whimper, but then her face just relaxes and she yawns.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Huh... doesn't look like she's getting enough sleep.

[He's still dubious about her room mates, especially Kureha. He figures they're running her ragged.]

[pilot_princess]

[Well, it's all just Kureha, really. Anemone seems fine for a moment, but then she sits up really fast, gasping loudly and looking slightly terrified.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Hey! [He blinks and sits back, startled...] You alright?

[pilot_princess]

[She blinks a few times, looking around to see where his voice is from. Oh, communicator. Hello Mr. Communicator. She sighs softly.]

Uh-huh... just...

[And her head goes right back down on the files and she yawns.]

Don't... tell... Kureha...

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

You sure? Don't tell her what...? [Now why would he tell that crazy old lady about her nightmares.]

[pilot_princess]

[Well, she means sleeping on the job. But she can't stay awake to tell him, and is already shutting her eyes to go right back to sleep.]

'm... [And some incoherent mumbling.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Tch. Yeah, you go back to bed... [And he's off to let her sleep.]

[paincuresall.livejournal.com]

[Let's see what kind of sound comes when two pipes clanking together make.]

[pilot_princess]

[vsndklgsdf;n Anemone sits up really fast, looking around frantically.]

I'm up, I'm up!

[dividend.livejournal.com]

... [kind of amused.] I don't think drooling on the paperwork is a good idea.

[paincuresall.livejournal.com]

Had a nice nap? [Give you three guesses to who's behind you.]

[pilot_princess]

[And the first two don't count, right?

Oh... freaking great. Anemone grimaces, not even bothering to turn around. She knows... oh, she knows.]

...hi, Doctorine.

[pilot_princess]

[But... sleep... ;A; ]

[dividend.livejournal.com]

[Sleep is overrated actually pretty nice. But you've gotta be nice to the paperwork. :(]

[pilot_princess]

[...but the paperwork can't complain. And she's kinda mad at it. That's why her face is scrunched up and she looks like she might be having a nightmare.]

[paincuresall.livejournal.com]

You're falling behind.

[pilot_princess]

...how?

[And she turns around finally.] I wasn't even out for fifteen minutes!

[dividend.livejournal.com]

[Why are you mad at it? What'd it do to you?]

[pilot_princess]

[Well, it was there and her head needed to be there, but since you dislike it so much--

She sits up quickly, gasping and staring around in shock.]

[dividend.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[pilot_princess]

I... I... [She stares at her communicator, looking completely exhausted and not fully there...

And her head goes right back down.]

[dividend.livejournal.com]

[Gonna take that as a nooo. :< He'll check up on you next time he sees you, though.]

[pilot_princess]

[She's just really sleepy, no worries. Aaaand sleeping again she goes~]