(no subject)

Fleur comes back to awareness warm, oddly happy, and that fuzzy taste in the back of her mouth that always appears after a night of heavy drinking. She blinks slowly, not entirely awake, at the arm around her shoulders. Looking up slightly, she sees Raph. His arm is tucked behind his head, and he is smiling, just slightly, in his sleep.

Fleur smiles. "Told you floor iz bad for you," she mutters before falling back asleep.