Another first day

Ch.5.Shopping.Spree.

My hands rub the sleep from my eyes, opening up to white, the ceiling of Leon's room, bathed in the yellow light of the soon setting sun. My body hurts, though less than before, only feeling tired, muscles heavy from overuse, and getting pummeled.

Light puffs of air hit the side of my face, Leon still sleeping peacefully at my side. I turn my head, looking him over, face half hidden in the sliver of pillow I'd left him, sleeping on his side, his lips parted as a long breath blows in my face, the light rattle of his snore leaving me to force down my smile. He's cute, his bangs out of place, messy across his forehead, his body heaving with every breath. It's creepy, staring at him like this, but I can't help it, basking in a moment of serenity, no tension or tiredness plaguing him for the time being.

I shift, moving a little to stretch out my aching legs, my attention pulled down to his hand between us, clutching onto the loose fabric of my borrowed shirt. I smile amusedly, deciding to get up against the sleeping man's wishes, lightly pulling his hand off the garment, strangling the laugh in my throat when he groans, rolling onto his stomach to reach for me as I retreat, feeling a bit bad for abandoning him as he settles back down, clutching the empty half of the blanket toward him, burying his face into it with a huff.

I close the door gently behind me, which was unlocked. Apparently Leon didn't feel the need to keep anyone out when he returned. I head down the hall to my own room, entering and closing the door, moving to pick out some of my own clothes from my drawers. I dress in black sweats, a matching tee, becoming more and more irritated at my lack of options, and decide to spend the rest of today shopping, pulling the black card, given to me by our negotiations officer for any "personal expenses". He didn't exactly specify what that meant, but I assume it includes clothing and selfcare, because as fun as it is to use Leon's things, I don't want the five in one ruining my hair.

I decide to tell Leon I'm heading into town to look for some mall, wondering exactly how much wandering around that's gonna take. I walk back down the hall, knocking lightly and opening the door happily when a quiet "C'min." sounds from the other side, glad he's up. He's still in bed, lying on his back in the spot I left him, his eyes half closed as his head turns to the side so he can look at who's coming in.

I walk over to the bed, taking a seat beside his legs, facing the head of the mattress. "I'm gonna go shopping, go look around town and see what I can find, so I can stop stealing your stuff." I lean back on one hand, watching as he sits himself up, knees bent, blanket draped over his lap, his bare torso on display as he looks at me, eyes heavy with sleep.

"I don't mind." His tired voice is always shocking, rumbling low in his chest as he rubs his eyes, a soft sigh leaving him before he trails his eyes back to mine.

"I know you don't, but I want my own stuff." I shrug, trying not to offend him by saying I don't want to use his shitty products, though his clothing is quite comfortable, and I'm not very happy about not having a reason to steal some more once I get my own.

"Fine, let me get dressed." He flings the blanket off his legs, swinging them over the side of the bed and standing, pressing his hip forward with a hand to his back, groaning loudly before making his way to his dresser, grabbing out a pair of navy sweats.

"You want to go shopping?" He tosses them on top of the dresser, humming lightly and fishing a white tee out as well, my eyes averting quickly when he drops his pants, not caring at all if I watch.

I look out his window as I wait, watching the men walking by, all looking pretty cheerful, likely on their way to go drink. It's almost five already, the sun nearing the horizon, setting annoyingly early due to the changing seasons. Leon huffs as he drops down beside me, dressed, pulling socks and his white sneakers over his feet. I don't say anything, watching him quietly, noting he looks almost completely awake now, his eyes no longer drooping from residual sleep.