The slovenly blackhaired womans leeping on her bed in the curled up position as the Priestess-not-turned-Goddess stood next to her, stirred only slightly.

Her ears twitched a bit, her tails swept lazily to and fro', and her head turned ever so teeny tinily towards Yumeko. An eye opened slowly, like the raising of a medieval castle's port culis, giving the blonde fox a hazy, unfocused, unbothered glance, before falling shut again.

It was at this point that Yumeko, had she been paying attention, would perhaps have noticed that it wasn't that Miyuki's room was void of dirty or unwashed clothes... They were all just stacked aginst the partition wall from which you entered, making them more easily missed right when you entered the room. The problem, however, was that they were stacked into a massive, teetering tower... A teetering towerr that, thanks to the rumbling when the ship had taken damage earlier, was now even [i]more[/i] unstabile than before.

this imminent avalanche fo fabric was now on the verge, a mere single shake or sudden jolt, away form coming on down and burying not just the slumbering sloth, but also the Goddess-Priestess...

Meanwhile, back on the bed...

"[i]Mmngh... Tempura shrimp... w... sticky rice... mMnn... breafkast...[/i]"

Yup. Not getting up still. And now making demands to be brought food.