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[yormama]

WHO: Yor, various
WHAT: catch-all log for March 2024 onward
WHERE: so many places
WHEN: March 2024-present
WARNINGS: none yet but I'll update as needed

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[assassinsgreed]

<sub>[ Miraculously, through all of this, Toji keeps his back turned and lets Yor do her thing while he does his, carefully undressing the classy attire he was given (simulated? idk how this works) and wears a simple undershirt and similar boxer briefs that she gave him a massage in.

The yelp and slight thud her body makes when it hits the mattress grabs his attention and he glances over at her, blinking slowly. Of course she passes out before getting those shoes off. Toji heaves a sigh and walks over to her, crouching down and carefully beginning to remove her heels. Every once in awhile, he glances up at her, thinking to himself.

She's too good for you.
You'll only make her upset.
Do you really want to risk feeling hurt again?
You'd have to change for her and that's hard.

His teeth grind together and he can't really come to a conclusion about his thoughts or what to do about Yor. But he can tell the way that his heart beats faster when he's near her.. how he kept thinking about her before they were reunited for this mission.. it's definitely a special kind of feeling.

Her shoes are off and he takes a moment to put her legs on the bed then pauses, dipping back down so he can pull the covers back and tuck her legs underneath. A sharp inhale through his nose and then Toji shifts to the opposite side of the bed, crawling into it and turning on his side with his back facing Yor.

When was the last time you simply allowed a woman to sleep in your bed? ]</sub>

[yormama]

[ As usual when she goes to be drunk, Yor's dreams are something else. Recollections of the auction, the fight, but interspersed between them are absolute nonsense. Things that make her mumble in her sleep, but those mumblings are just as incoherent as the dreamscapes that inspire them.

By some miracle, she isn't hungover when she wakes up. Her eyes scrunch up into themselves rather than pop open as usual, but when she does crack open one eye, she's bewildered at the sight that faces her.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hold on a second.

...this isn't her room.

Yeah, these walls are not the ones of her room. She can't spot her dresser or the vanity. Looking down, the bed isn't her comfy four-poster either.

...oh dear. ]