[ It. It takes her a moment more. Mornings have never been her friend, they weren't her friend before she started living a stormrider's semi-nocturnal life and it's even worse now.
It doesn't even immediately register that the crow above her is really Ikki, and not just his shadow.
She rubs at her eyes, still half splayed-out where Ikki rolled her, trying to make sense of a world that's more than just the sound of his heartbeat. Why is there screaming there is so much screaming. It's not even his team, or sisters . . . ]
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It doesn't even immediately register that the crow above her is really Ikki, and not just his shadow.
She rubs at her eyes, still half splayed-out where Ikki rolled her, trying to make sense of a world that's more than just the sound of his heartbeat. Why is there screaming there is so much screaming. It's not even his team, or sisters . . . ]
. . . morning . . .?