Miku woke up, upside down on her bed. Her arm was numb from sleeping on it awkwardly and it took a few minutes' furious wiggling of her fingers to set it back to normal. In the middle of the furious shaking and wiggling to encourage blood flow, her nurse walked in and chuckled. Since Miku didn't seem to be in any pain, despite the floppy, sleepy arm, she wasn't so loathe to try and correct her.
"My, my, look at you, Alice, did you have a bad dream? Your bed's just turned about, isn't it?"
"I..." Miku began, sliding off the bed. "No ma'am, I dreamt last night I was running... at the Olympics, that's all." Miku fixed her hair and went to breakfast, and let her nurse chirp on and on about how the last Olympics were ohsoexciting.
"And do try to cheer up Akihiro. He seemed so upset yesterday. Don't fight with him, now." The nurse cooed and led Miku to feed herself. Picking a modest breakfast of fruits, a glass of pulp-free juice and French toast covered in powdered sugar with just a bit of butter, Miku sat down at the table and gave her meal a stubborn sort of look. She would finish it... mostly, she promised herself. Still, the photographer kept one eye out for Sousuke, hoping he hadn't woken in any strange position.
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Miku woke up, upside down on her bed. Her arm was numb from sleeping on it awkwardly and it took a few minutes' furious wiggling of her fingers to set it back to normal. In the middle of the furious shaking and wiggling to encourage blood flow, her nurse walked in and chuckled. Since Miku didn't seem to be in any pain, despite the floppy, sleepy arm, she wasn't so loathe to try and correct her.
"My, my, look at you, Alice, did you have a bad dream? Your bed's just turned about, isn't it?"
"I..." Miku began, sliding off the bed. "No ma'am, I dreamt last night I was running... at the Olympics, that's all." Miku fixed her hair and went to breakfast, and let her nurse chirp on and on about how the last Olympics were ohsoexciting.
"And do try to cheer up Akihiro. He seemed so upset yesterday. Don't fight with him, now." The nurse cooed and led Miku to feed herself. Picking a modest breakfast of fruits, a glass of pulp-free juice and French toast covered in powdered sugar with just a bit of butter, Miku sat down at the table and gave her meal a stubborn sort of look. She would finish it... mostly, she promised herself. Still, the photographer kept one eye out for Sousuke, hoping he hadn't woken in any strange position.