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Tybalt fidgeted for a moment, trying to find a comfortable position and sighing contentedly once he did so. Sea-blue stared into snow-white--his restless shifting had brought him a little closer to Vidya, but the bed was big enough that there was still ample room for both of them.

He started as her hand found his, hesitating a moment before twining his fingers with hers. "Alright," he conceded softly, gently squeezing her hand. "G'night, Vid."

She really was his weak spot. It bothered him that he wasn't bothered more by it.

Vidya's smile was barely visible in the dim light, but Tybalt spotted and returned it, keeping it even as Vidya's eyes closed. He held onto consciousness only moments longer than she did before finally succumbing to sleep.

He slept deeply, a rare and not-unwelcome occurrence--he'd usually wake from sleep if the dust motes stirred from their home under the furniture, and the dreams he had told stories of a time long past. More often than not he awoke to find his fingers clenched desperately in the covers and in a horrendous mood that set the tone for the rest of the day. Luckily for himself and his bedmate, his visions gave him a night's respite. Even Vidya's nighttime movements provoked nothing more than a sleepy sigh and squirm.

Tybalt woke with the sun, as he almost always did, in a state of confusion. Why was he so far off from the center of the bed? What was his hand tangled in? He squeezed his eyes shut before slowly opening them, memories of the previous night returning once he caught sight of Vidya. He sighed softly--this was his favorite time of day, in the moments between sleep and true wakefulness when everything was fresh and new and comfortable and sleep-warm. Tybalt didn't mind the intrusion of another person into his happy time...not this morning.

He took the opportunity to study Vidya's sleeping face, her new proximity wonderfully enabling him to. His eyes traced her features; snow-white hair and sky-blue skin reminded him of a far-off beach with crystalline waters. She was pretty, he decided after a few moments of quiet, drowsy contemplation. Not pretty in an attention-grabbing way like most of his treasures were, and not pretty in a poetic way like an ocean sunset...but pretty in her own right, certainly. Tybalt smiled sleepily, content to drowse and ponder.

Tybalt tensed as Vidya started to wake up, sleep clearing from his eyes only to be replaced by cautious alertness. She seemed to be reaching out for something, and though he knew he should pull his wing back just in case, he refused to do so; foolish pride, perhaps? He sighed softly as she seemed to find what she was looking for--hey, that was his arm!

He looked down at her as she made herself comfortable, not stopping her, but not making any movements to impede her progress. Aw, she was so cute. It made him want to go out and kill kittens just to make up for admitting that to himself. He watched with growing amusement as Vidya seemed to wake up and notice what, exactly, she was doing, quirking a brow and smirking arrogantly. "G'mornin'," he said, voice rough with sleep. "Sleep well?"

Feathery brows furrowed in sleepy confusion as Tybalt tried to make sense of Vidya's words. What did Donny have to do with anything? And why was he hitting her? "Y' don't...sleep with 'im, do ya?" That would explain it--it would also be somewhat weird, yet totally fitting for Vidya. She did, after all, love her brother.

His feathers ruffled happily at the "warm" comment, the third joint of his wing shifting, allowing the longest feathers to fall against her back. It wrapped them in their own little cocoon of warmth and sleepy softness. The morning sun added to that, turning the vibrant colors of Tybalt's outstretched wing into glittering jewels. He found that he was comfortable and happy, and had the urge to laze about in bed all day. "I slept like a baby," he admitted, eyes half-lidded and drowsy as if he might just fall back into his comfortable slumber.

Hmm, how to answer that? None of his siblings slept together so he really had nothing concrete to base an opinion on; at the same time, wasn't she a little too old to be sleeping with her midget of a brother? Or perhaps he was just a tad jealous. "'S not...wrong, I 'spose. Jest...a bit different." Lucky little b*****d, he thought to himself.

Tybalt smiled broadly at her compliment, feathers puffing out proudly, causing the light to shimmer and dance along them. He stifled a shiver as she played with them. They were sensitive in the manner of all feathers and the feelings she provoked were somewhere between too good and too ticklish. Her fingers were gone before he had decided whether he liked them or not. He sighed, a sleepy, content noise--were he more feline, he might have purred.

His smile was drowsily relaxed as he watched her nuzzle his hand, his thumb moving to stroke her own. "I'll remember that," he said seriously. The high regard he held her in wouldn't stop him from calling in this verbal marker somewhere along the line, should he need to. "An' you jest remember that ye can come t' me fer anythin'." Especially if it put him in such a good mood the next day. If he had been more conscious, he probably wouldn't have extended such a gracious offer.

If there was one thing Tybalt loved, it was showing off. He reveled in the attention he got from others, as long as they looked, but didn't touch. Vidya's staring fueled that fire and also reassured him that he'd made a wise decision in placing her in such high regard; more often than not she acted like everything a pirate wasn't, but her interest in his shinies assuaged his worries. Momentarily, anyway--they would likely resurface the minute she yelled at him for being his usual charming self.

He was jerked out of his sleepy haze by Vidya's distressed exclamation, eyes shooting open and muscles tensing. Aunty Dee? What the hell was she going on about? His unasked question answered itself as Vidya's communicator made its presence known. Tybalt glared at, good mood swiftly vanishing at its unwelcome intrusion. He remembered it, in any case, as an annoyance. "Th' hell y' are gonna bounce around th' room," he muttered, but was otherwise quiet; he wanted to see how Vidya would take care of it. He found himself more than a little surprised that she took charge of the situation rather than let it take charge of her, watching with avid interest and a hint of pride as she forcibly shut the thing up.

"Y' handled it well," he commended, rather liking this side of his usually air-headed best friend and first mate. "Nice shot." His brows rose in interest at the physical change that accompanied the mental one, and he filed this particular event away for later ponderings. With a disappointed noise, he nodded and retracted his wing, sliding sideways out of bed and shaking the covers off. He yawned and stretched once he was free, arms heading upwards while his wings extended outwards to their fullest, trembling tensely in a parody of flight before he relaxed with a gusty sigh.

Claw-clicks accompanied his steps to the door, where he shrugged on last night's shirt. "What're yer plans fer th' day? Y' gotta go back home?" he asked as he reached back to snap the buttons that held the back of the shirt closed.

Tybalt quirked a brow as she responded to his rare compliment. A polearm? Her? His bubbly little first mate was going to wield a large weapon? How would she even be able to carry it? An image of Vidya trying to drag around a halberd and failing ran through his mind, and a corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin. "Good luck wi' that."

He stood mostly in front of the door, feet partially splayed and arms crossed over his chest as he watched her stretch. The morning light lit Vidya from behind, the sunlight forming a halo around her where it shone off her hair. His eyes idly followed what movements they could, and he nodded in the manner of all inattentive men until she mentioned her temporary residence. "What?" he asked, eyes tightening and snapping to her face, nostrils flaring, fingers clenching. She was staying THERE? "Y' know y' can stay here as long as ye like," he said tersely in lieu of responding to her question. The stellar mood he had awoken in was rapidly vanishing. Ah, well; it never took much.