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It's been five days since Elite showed up at Shinobi's loft, and they've had sex nearly everyday since then.
Shinobi lays in his bed looking at Elite who still occupies it. He looks over at his clock next seeing it's 7 in the morning. He tries to move his numb arm from under her. He's trying to figure out why they were so close and why his arm was wrapped around her. He doesn't do cuddling.
"Shit," he mumbles trying to shake out the feeling of pins and needles.
Neither of them intended for her to still be here. She usually leaves to sleep in her own bed. They agreed they wouldn't do anymore all-nighters because they come to work exhausted.
Elite's alarm on her phone goes off making her feel around the bed for it. When she lifts up she looks confused. "Why am I still here?" She puts her face in her hands rubbing her tired eyes.
Shinobi shrugs nonchalantly getting out of the bed. He steps over their clothes from yesterday that're on the floor.
Elite groans at the annoying sound of her phone ringing next. "Who's calling me this early?" Her tune quickly changes seeing it's one of her friends. "Oh."
She answers and all Shy can make out is that the female voice is asking her about breakfast. Shy normally wakes up at 5:30 every morning so he feels behind in his day. He should've already showered, ate, smoked, and been preparing anything he needs for work today.
He goes into the bathroom starting his shower water. He can hear Elite say, "I'm not at home. I spent the night at Epic's house," she lies. It's quiet then he hears her laugh. "Exactly. I know your ass isn't driving all the way to Santa Monica to bring me breakfast. Yeah, he's still having lung issues, so I've been taking care of him."
Shinobi raises his eyebrows but continues brushing his teeth. Elite must've ended the call because in the mirror he can see her looking around his bedroom. "Where's my other shoe?" she says out loud.
"Check under the bed," he says after spitting. When he's done he rinses his mouth and wipes it with a towel. He stops in the bathroom doorway saying, "You don't have to lie. I'm not trippin' if anyone knows."
