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[alwaysroomforhope]

The thing about working the graveyard shift Steph likes the most is that she gets to see the sun rise. It's not as lovely a sunrise as Gotham produces -- the air here is too clean, not enough pollution for light to refract from -- but it's still pretty awesome.

And then she gets to sleep all day.

There's really no downside.

However, today she's really tired for once; Mel's still downstairs, so she's signed off early and she's dragging her feet towards her suite at only two o'clock. It's been a long shift and a longer week, and she still can't quite shake the weird dreams. Not that she doesn't appreciate the change -- weird dreams are quite nice in comparison with the usual nightmares -- but they're weird, and knowing there's a reason doesn't make it any less so.

She shuts the door quietly, even though Tim's not here at the moment, and trudges towards the bedroom, already peeling off her shirt and boots.

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An observant Robin might notice the neat pile of clothes just inside the bedroom door, laying next to a fairly familiar pair of ankle boots that also don't belong. Such a Robin might also quirk an eyebrow at the presence of a contact lens holder in the en suite bathroom if he or she were to go in there.

One might forgive the Robin for overlooking these incongruous items however, since their owner, one Goldilocks, is currently situated in the Robin's bed, in plain view.

Dressed in a fairly conservative sleepshirt, she looks comfy and relaxed, just reclining there under the covers, propped up on a pillow, reading the Jeeves and Wooster Omnibus that was on the bedside table. She doesn't seem sheepish or apologetic at all. It's as if... she's stayed here many times before. Or maybe she's just an old hat when it comes to hijacking beds.

Either way, she barely even looks up when Steph plods in.

"Tough day at the office?"

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Steph stops inside the door, registering, and squints at Goldy for some time.

The first thing that comes into her head is ... predictable, and lame, and really letting the side down a bit. She's sure Goldy will mock later.

But some things just have to be said.

"...someone's been sleeping in my bed, and they're still there!"

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The timeworn quote gets a well-earned eye-roll from the Fable.

"Notwithstanding the fact that I haven't been to sleep yet, you're not halfway furry enough to pull that line off."

Apparently, there's no time like the present where mockery is concerned.

"I know it's late, but I expect better than that from you."

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"I've had a long day."

Steph continues to stare.

"I could go borrow a bear suit if you like. ... Goldy, why are you in my bed?"

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"I'm here on Agent K's orders," Goldy states officiously.

She shuts the book and rewards Steph with her full attention.

"I'm afraid the exact mission details are classified information per MiB protocol 17, section 3, subsection Theta. Disclosure is on a Need To Know basis. All you need to know is that my presence is both sanctioned and necessary."

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She gets stared at some more for a moment while Steph tries to process this.

"...Goldy?"

Steph drops her boots on the floor and does her shirt back up again, turning

"...I'm sleeping on the couch." She about-faces.

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"No you're not," Goldy replies, with breezy self-confidence.

"Judging by the shaving foam and hair gel in the bathroom, and the dirty male socks, pillow and blanket bundled next to said couch, some guy who you've taken in as a lodger but not bothered to tell me about will be sleeping on it, when he gets in."

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"Who says I'm not sleeping there too?" Steph points out promptly, and only facepalms internally. She should've known Goldy picks up on those things.

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Goldy doesn't bother mustering a direct answer to that feeble counter argument. She just offers a flat look.

"If I thought you were actually getting some, I wouldn't be here."

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Steph leans against the door frame, facing the bed again, scowling. "Would too," she points out. "...you're annoying like that."

"...I don't get it. Why're you in my bed really?"

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Goldy wrinkles her nose, half-heartedly conceding the first point.

"I already told you. I'm just carrying out K's orders. You can ask him next time you see him."

A frown breaks across her features.

"It's not like I want to be here. Your bed barely meets my minimum standards of comfort."

Not to mention the fact that, if she's monitoring Steph's sleep, she can't sleep herself. Given the importance she places on regular and lengthy sleep patterns in her lifestyle, this is a huge concession.

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"Since when do you do anything that anyone orders you to do?" Steph asks, eyeballing her friend. "And since when does K order people to get into other people's beds?"

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"I do what is asked of me when it's official business," Goldy asserts.

"As for K, no idea. As far as I know, it could be a pretty standard requirement in their line of work. I didn't question it since it's not a terrible imposition in the grand scheme of things."

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Waking up tangled around someone else and with blonde hair in her mouth isn't a new experience, really, even if the person's a little softer than Steph's generally used to. And the hair ... isn't hers. Huh.

Steph pries one eye open, squinting against the light, and blinks at her bedmate with sleepy curiousity.

"Don't remember you bein' here yesterday," she mumbles, making no move to shove the other woman's head off her chest. "...I think."

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Still lost in the fog of sleep, Goldy looks so peaceful and innocent. She murmurs something incoherent into Steph's cleavage and snuggles in a little closer.

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Steph responds with a jaw-cracking yawn.

"...kay, be like that."

Her free hand flops back over her eyes and she goes promptly back to sleep.

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Some time later, Goldy starts to gain consciousness.

It's a tortuously slow process. But, eventually, her eyes crack open, blearily seeking rationale for this very pleasant-feeling situation.





Eyebrows raise.

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Steph is deep in the crusty-eyed realms of midmorning dreams. She doesn't react, except to mumble angrily.

"No. F'goff. Don't want scaly thumb."

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The two girls are still quite sensuously entwined. Once she's identified her partner and remembered where she is, Goldy smiles sleepily. She's not uncomfortable with the proximity at all.

Her happiness doesn't last long though.

She soon notices the precious locks of hair that are currently draped over Steph's mouth. She tenses and grimaces, then jerks the offending tresses clear of the drool zone.

"Gross!"

Steph gets an undeserved shove as punishment.

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"...fgftwhahthe zombies didn't AHH!"

Steph sits bolt upright, one hand instantly at Goldy's throat.

She blinks.

She relaxes.

"...oh, you."

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Taken unawares by the sudden attack, Goldy lets out a strangulated yelp—she's far too drowsy to do anything to stop it. When the grip loosens, she rolls her eyes and swats the hand away.

"Idiot."

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Steph rolls her own eyes in return, slipping back down into the blankets. "Shouldn't hit me in the mornings," she grumbles, flopping her head on Goldy's shoulder. "Why're you here?"

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Now that her hair is safe and she's not in danger of being throttled, Goldy settles back into the cuddle.

"Same reason as last night."

"Plus, much as I hate to admit it, you're kinda comfy. Makes up for the failings of the bed itself."

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"Your hair tastes like product," Steph mumbles, with a grimace, for lack of a better response. "Sides, my bed's perfect. You're infamously just picky."

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Goldy frowns up at her.

"I'm not going to apologize for having standards, or for taking care of my hair. And you'll notice that I'm not ranting about the slobber that's all over the latter, or rushing to the bathroom to get it off."

She wants to. She really really wants to.

"See how I've grown, over the space of just one night?"