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Even though his room was underground, Zascha always slept better when it was raining. Even just hearing the thunder rumbling through his walls was enough to put him in a deep sleep. And in a deep sleep his was, laying sprawled out across his bed in his pj bottoms and a black tank top. His arm dangling over the side as his face was half buried in his pillow.

At the knock at his door, one eye slipped open for a second. Nah, it was probably just the thunder outside sounding like a knock at the door. But then it came again and he was pretty sure it was someone knocking on his damn door this time. His hand came up and he grabbed the alarm clock off the nightstand, squinting at the red glowing numbers.

God it was early.

Zascha litterally rolled out of bed, layed on the floor for a second before he finally willed himself to get up. Stubbing his bare toe against the foot of his bed. Whoever it was on the other side would get an earful of 'god dammits' and 'ow ********'. Thankfully it didn't feel like it was broken as he half limped to the door, not even bothering to flick the light on.

Slowly he opened the door and peered out into the half lit hallway. Green eyes squinting as he blinked them rapidly to get them to focus. "Harlow?" He noted the blankets and pillows in her arms before opening the door a little wider. "What's up?"

She caught him mid yawn with her declaration of fort building. "Ah-waht?" He shot her a confused look from behind his hand covering his mouth. "A fort?" Scratching lazily at his cheek, it took him a second to put two and two together. The pillows and blankets oh right. His sisters used to do that too, though they never let him play in their fort. Claiming it was cause he was a boy and boys weren't allowed. Not that it really mattered to him, they just liked to make sure he knew that he wasn't allowed in.

"Its kind of early for that kind of thing...." Rubbing the back of his neck, it just wasn't clicking in his brain as to why she wanted him to help her build a fort and at this hour. A rumble of thunder came through the walls and he tilted his head for a second to listen to it.

Was she afraid of the storm? He supposed that would make more sense, but she was obviously trying to hide it.

Scrunching his nose lightly in amusement Zascha stepped aside a bit. "Alright, come on in then."

An eyebrow raised at her slight jump but he payed it no mind. He knew Harlow wasn't the type of lady who liked to have those kinds of things pointed out to her. And she was obviously trying really hard to hide it, no point in making her upset anyway. He was still tired.

"What and kill this wonderful mood lighting?" As he closed the door Zascha reached over and flipped the switch on the wall. He had removed a couple of the light bulbs out of the ceiling light so that it wasn't so bright. There wasn't much to his room. A bed, nightstand, a couple boxes unpacked, a pile of clothes in a corner. Whether or not they were clean or dirty was a bit suspect. The only things hanging on the wall were his Hunter coat and armor.

Stifling another yawn, he made his way back over to his bed. Flopping down on the edge, letting his elbows rest on his knees and his hands to dangle between his legs as he leaned forward a bit on them. "Just so you know I've never built a fort out of pillows and blankets before so it probably won't turn out too great."

"That's right baby. All we need is our hands and our feelings." He winked, forming a gun with his fingers and made a clicking noise as he pretended to shoot it at her.

"Awww, but I just made my bed....and the sheets and pillow look so comfy on it." He wasn't too sure he liked the idea of his pillow and sheets being used for this fort thing. But she kept going on and doing that hand on the hip thing while staring him down.

So he slowly slid himself down off the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets with him and grabbing the pillow. "I guess not." Stifling another yawn he tossed the sheets into the pile but kept a hold of his pillow. Wrapping his arms around it.

The bottom half of his face was slightly hidden as he leaned his head on top of his pillow. Zascha watched her curiously as she adjusted her bun. "Do you ever take your hair down? Or do you sleep with it up like that?" He was curious. He'd never seen her with her hair completely down. Sure a ponytail but not down down.

"Loft-able?" He turned his head slightly, glancing at his bed for a second. What exactly made a bed loft-able? A bed was a bed to him as far as he was concerned. "I'm pretty sure its a standard bed like any other that they put in the rooms."

Leaning side ways a bit Zascha pulled open a drawer on the night stand and pulled out a little clear plastic box. "I suppose we could just pin the blankets to the wall over it. As long as you don't tug on them too hard they should stay?"

He shrugged, figuring it was a girl thing. And with her response it just confirmed it. Hair up or hair down. With or without makeup he had never been one that was big on appearances. Sure it was nice to look at but in the end it was all superficial to him. "You should wear it down more sometimes."

Setting his pillow aside for a moment Zascha climbed to his feet taking a corner of the blanket he stepped up onto his bed. Wobbling a bit as he found his footing on the mattress he pulled a pin out of the small box and pinned the corner to the wall. "Here." He offered the box to her. "Pin the other corner to the wall. It will be kind of like a lean-to."

If there was one thing for sure, girls were like cell phones for Zascha half the time. Trying to understand the intricate workings was a bit tricky. Different girls were like different brands. He supposed you just needed to figure out the right buttons to push. Flying by the seat of his pants most of the time honestly.

Her jumping nearly popped the pin he'd just pushed into the wall fall out. He caught it with his thumb, pushing it back in and making sure it was secure before he took out another pin and moved towards the middle of the blanket to secure a couple more.

"Alright get down so I can pull it out a bit." Moving back he stepped off the bed, grasping the opposite end of the blankets. Giving them a little shake as if to shoo her.