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[color=4169e1]Nngh.[/color]

The couch felt like sandpaper. ... No, actually, that [i]was[/i] sandpaper. Pinned between her cheek and the couch. When did that...? Right, she'd fallen asleep building Exia. That explained the dreams... She'd have to make a mental note to revisit the potential of GN technology. One day. Once her current projects were done. Which would be forever, but maybe the tech'd be there by then. It was way too early for this anyway.

Slowly, Umeko cracked one eye open. Then the other. Something was still off. She hadn't been by herself when she fell asleep. So where did the Irish bastard go... A yawn, and the first stages of movement. She propped herself up enough to take a quick look around the apartment. No immediate signs. Her Exia was on the table, though, looked like she'd made some good progress there. But no sign of the Irishman. So she cocked her head a little, listening closer, and there was the answer; the shower was running. He hadn't taken one the night before, undoubtedly he'd gone to take one this morning instead. And he wasn't back yet, so she couldn't be too far behind in terms of waking up. Brennan'd be back when he was done. In the meantime, she really needed something to drink. Mouth felt as dry as the sandpaper. Milk should be in the fridge...

The Japanese girl stretched with another yawn, and slowly pushed herself to her feet. First, she glanced at the table; the pieces assembled looked good. The last couple were a little rough around the nub marks, she started to doze off while sanding she guessed, but nothing she couldn't fix up a little later. First she needed something to drink. Once upon a time she would've worried about making noise, but now she couldn't if she tried. Her bare feet padded silently across the apartment floor towards the kitchen, while Umeko tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes. Tea would be necessary, soon. Or coffee. Something caffeinated. But that would come after. She sleepily pulled the fridge open, grabbed her carton with the other hand, and idly poured a glass. Carton was getting light, she'd need to make a grocery run later. She had a headache, after last night. What a bizarre turn of events. Definitely something not to try and puzzle out before she finished waking up.

[color=4169e1]"Brennan,"[/color] She called out, sipping from the glass and glancing towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. He could probably hear her. He had good hearing. [color=4169e1]"We're going to need a grocery run. More Musashino. And cereal."[/color]