sleeping beauty {closed
Sleep overs usually culminated in one thing - sleep. The evening was waning on, and yet so many people still tittered about with excitement. Some were even having pillows fights in the other room, and who knows what happened to the folks who had gone on the panty raid of all things. Tettere had watched as Jack was forced into the closet with that oddly dressed man named Miran - he came out unscathed however, so he was not too worried about what may have happened. He barely knew about the premise of the game itself. They sat side by side among the pillows from earlier, talking about this and that, various teachers and students as their eyelids began to grow more and more heavy with the time of night waning on and on. "Mister Vessalius?" The prince rubbed his eyes and tugged on the nobleman`s sleeve. He pressed an inquisitive palm to his lips. "I was told by another member of the sleep over that it is customary to. . .what was the term? 'Do each other`s hair.' I think that means that I`m to comb your hair. . .ah, can I? Perhaps re-braid it for you?" The prince had to be honest with himself - his long hair looked very tempting to touch. Did it feel as silky as it looked?
