The Naked Scene

Haha, I wrote my new favorite scene today for CampNANO. Sun learned something about Seven today, and I find it oddly humorous for some reason that it's Seven who would sleep naked. He also has no problem with nudity really. It doesn't bother him, and he sort of looks at it in an artistic fashion. I suppose because he gets no reaction from it, he doesn't find it embarrassing.

Neon lights flashing in bright green over and over again alerting me to the fact that yes, yes it was 6:30 in the morning. Right around the time better known as the ‘ass crack of dawn’ and ya, someone was actually having the courage to knock on my door. A brave person that. The last person who had dared to knock on my door in this joint had taken an alarm clock to the head and learned to not do that again. Granted, if they hadn’t actually of had the sense to enter my room in the first place their head would of been safe and sound.

Rumor hadn’t liked that logic though when I argued it with him and told me to not throw things at people again. I raised my arm in the air as best I could considering it felt heavy and sluggish and waved it around in a lazy manner. I wasn’t exactly sure I managed to conjure up in terms of illusions but I knew it must of worked when I heard the short shout of ‘Motherfucker’ coming from my doorway in what seemed like Sun’s tone of voice. I smiled to myself as I snuggled into my pillows content that maybe I would get some more sleep.

No such luck. Sun was to not be deterred by the illusion. I felt it melt away as much as I felt the cold from the chill morning air as my covers were ripped off my bed. I shouted a little as I flailed out arms and grabbed the edge of the covers just before they were out of my grasp.

“You sleep naked?” Of all the stupid things to ask this earlier in the morning. I gave the covers a vicious yank and they slipped out of Sun fingers without much protest. I wrapped them around my body to cover myself up and away from the cold as I shot him a mean glare.

“Of course I sleep naked. I hate the feeling of anything on me as I’m trying to sleep.” There nothing worse then the feel of clothing clinging to your body as you try to lay there sleeping, especially if it’s hot. Then the close tended to stick, which was even worse. Frankly, Sun had gotten lucky. Some days I slept without covers.

“… Things I could of lived without seeing.” Was all he said as he put his hands up in the air and made a strange symbol.

“Are you warding away the sight?”

“I’m trying to, it’s not working.”