[Morning's a sunny affair. Somehow nobody considered such trivialities as curtain closing last night - not curtain closing, not collecting clothes from positions scattered across the floor - nobody's even picked up the lamp which must have been knocked from the bedside table at some point. Last night, nobody was thinking of this morning.
This morning, as Chase blinks the sun out of his eyes and adjusts his arms around the girl who's slept tucked against his chest, he finds he can't think of last night. It's not a blur, it's a void. Blacked out space.
He frowns and looks down - and that's when he really starts trying to find some scrap of memory in the dark. Because it's Penny's red hair, not Saya's black fanned out across his arm. And somewhere, somehow, there's got to be an explanation.]
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This morning, as Chase blinks the sun out of his eyes and adjusts his arms around the girl who's slept tucked against his chest, he finds he can't think of last night. It's not a blur, it's a void. Blacked out space.
He frowns and looks down - and that's when he really starts trying to find some scrap of memory in the dark. Because it's Penny's red hair, not Saya's black fanned out across his arm. And somewhere, somehow, there's got to be an explanation.]