Noise. Sleep. They didn’t mix well; like water and oil; warm chocolate and cold mayonnaise; a sharp knife and a beating heart. The sound of Kerry’s buzzy voice and Liliana’s squeaky voice annoyed Alice - disturbed her, too. As such, she would rouse behind Takeshi, and her hands would stroke across his bare chest; her lips skipped across his clothed back, and yet he would feel the heat of them - more so, when they reached his neck, and traced up to his right ear.

"[color=0F52BA][i]Ta~ke~shi~...[/i][/color]" she purred in her awakening state. However, it was the firmness in his tone, the denial in his word, and the lingering presence of the others that promoted her next motion. "[color=0F52BA][i]So loud...[/i][/color]" she cooed at him, before tilting his head with her left hand, and capturing Takeshi’s lips; her right hand walking down his side, and massaging his thigh - danger close.

Takeshi definitely wasn’t saving face, that was most certain.

Especially when Alice added, "[color=0F52BA][i]I rather liked the taste of your Royal Tea.[/i][/color]"