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►xxNAOYA SOHMAxx◄
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↳ A few minutes must've passed by now. At least that's what it felt like. Naoya was usually a heavy sleeper as long as he was stationary. Or mostly stationary. He didn't even notice anything Kyra might've accidentally bumped him into because of her slow pace as she dragged him along. The jerking motions did wake him up a bit, but he didn't make a sound, staying limp and glancing up at the cat and around the room to see where she was taking him. He was sure he saw the stairs a little ahead of them, but progress was quite slow. He could literally measure the inches they had moved since the moment he woke up again.
Aside from that, Naoya knew he didn't weigh that much. That could mean either Kyra wasn't that strong in the first place, she hadn't been up to any training, or she just wasn't as strong as Ritsuko. Considering how petite the girl was, he didn't find any of those possibilities surprising. Alas though, he let out a sigh. "You know, Kitty, you're not supposed to be upstairs anyway," he chided, bringing his feet under himself to stand up and take all of his weight off of Kyra, not bothering to withdraw his arm from around her shoulders. Her height was making her feel like a good armrest for him. "You could've just left me on the cou-- ... Oh." How it almost slipped by him that the couch was still in a smoldering mess with the rest of the furniture of the living room in the foyer just inches away from the front door was beyond him. But no matter. "Forget about that now. You can't get into my room anyway." Naoya was still on the groggy side, putting everything he thought of rather bluntly. None of his usually calm and relaxed air seemed to be present while he was slightly awake. It always seemed to be like an eternity before he was fully awake again, and any matters discussed with him were never sugar-coated. And he never seemed to care who was talking to him; it probably wouldn't be the best idea to talk to Akito in this state if he finally decided to come downstairs. Not even Naoya himself could gauge the amount of back sass that may escape his mouth. In that situation, he may as well find himself banished from the mansion. Mulling that thought over for a moment, he let out a light huff and gave Kyra's arm a gentle squeeze before turning her around. "Back to the kitchen, Kitty. Akito'll be pissed if he knows you almost went up there. I haven't had any coffee yet, anyway." Was he aware of the time? Likely not, but he didn't care.
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▒▒ But be aware that not everything you try to show will be seen in the eyes of the viewer. ▒▒
▒▒ But be aware that not everything you try to show will be seen in the eyes of the viewer. ▒▒