You're Awfully Rude(Paris x Reader)

8. Ivory

GRRWEUFHWEIUFHEWUIGWEUYGWYUGNFUYEGNRFUYEGNRF AHHHHHHHHH yes. Hi Arsene, are you proud? 

Soft. The ground is...soft.

Wait, floors aren't suppose to be soft. I lifted my eyelids, which felt like lead, and managed to sit up. My eyes scanned the room. It's Yumi's room.

The bedsheets were a familiar pink, there was a lamp on the nightstand that was lit. How long was I out? I looked out the window and noticed the sun was about to set. Heck, I was asleep that long? I still feel so heavy though. 

Maybe it's a fever? 

Before I could touch my forehead, the door creaked open and in came, the one and only, Paris. I found myself subconsciously touching my lips instead of my forehead and I felt my face immediately heat up. Oh my god.

"Oh, you're awake." He said, walking towards me. I quickly started moving back, but I was too tired so I just fell back onto the bed like a lifeless doll.

"No I am dead." I replied, closing my eyes. Even without looking, I could tell Paris had rolled his eyes. The bed sunk a little so I assumed he had sat down, which made me slightly anxious but I ignored it.

Click.

Huh? What happened? I opened my eyes and shifted my head a little to look at Paris and nearly fell off the bed. "AND I OOP-"

"What?" Paris raised an eyebrow, holding his right arm with his left hand. He was literally holding it, he had plucked it off his shoulder and was examining it closely.

"Your arm." I pointed, I couldn't lift my arm for long though, so it dropped back down when I finished my sentence.

Just when Paris was going to answer, Yumi had returned. She opened the door with a tired look and mumbled. "I'm ba..." She froze and stared at Paris.

"Paris? (Y/N)?" Yumi tilted her head in confusion and minor shock.

"Heya." I nodded. Too tired to move.

"Welcome back, Yumi." Paris grinned, his mood now brightened. Honestly, same man. "You look tired, did you have fun?" He asked, slowly clicking his arm back into his shoulder.

"Uhm, yeah."  Yumi trotted over, warily glancing at his arm. "But Paris, what happened to your arm?"

Paris made more clicking noises as he fixed his arm in, vaguely reminding me of ASMR. "Ah this? I've been feeling a bit...stiff since I got back so..."

With a final crack noise, his 'skin' came back, covering his wooden arm. "I was making sure nothing was out of place."

I closed my eyes, losing interest, then suddenly falling back asleep. Ha. Maybe I am sick?

>o<

I suddenly jolted awake, suddenly feeling way more energized than before. Can't believe I recovered that fast, I turned my head towards where Paris should be and he looked relieved. Yumi was sitting next to him, worn out and possibly having a headache.

"(Y/N), are you okay now?" Paris asked hopefully. I nodded, grinning widely.

"Man, I haven't felt like this since we got back from Kay's." I stretched, getting up so I could roll around on the floor like a big dummy.

"Well, that's because when we visited Kay's home, there happened to be a ghost parasite. It managed to hop onto us and attempted to drain the life out of us." Paris explained. I frowned, so that's why I felt so heavy.