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[Millitimed to the morning of July 19]

Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.

There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.

On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers.

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There is a faint meeping noise, and the whisper-soft sound of a pyro ducking into the deeper shadow afforded by open door.

Well, drat.

"Ace?"

Raven gets out of the bed and hops on one foot for a moment, tangled in the bedding.

He manages to catch himself on the mattress, and carefully unwinds the blankets.

"It is neither Christmas nor my birthday, so why have you given me a present?"

He turns toward the door, and prompty trips over the chair.

Raven is not a morning person.

Sheepishly she comes out of the shadow. This only makes her a shadow in a dark room, but at least she can be seen.
"I was trying to be sneaky." She informs him, a rueful tone in her voice. "And do y'need some help there?"

"Yes."

Raven's voice is quiet, and he looks very childlike, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

"I could swear I knew where the chair was, but apparently I was mistaken."

He yawns.

"Well. How 'bout I turn on some lights first, so I don't trip over you." She grins, and backs towards the wall, hands searching for a lightswitch. Ah, there it is...
"Guard your eyes." She warns, before flipping it on.

She determinedly does not look in the corner. Instead, she heads over to help untangle Raven from the sheets.

Raven likes light as much as the next bird, but this is cruel. He closes his eyes.

"Ow."

He shields his eyes with one hand, then presses his fists into them.

Fireworks spark behind his eyes, but when he opens them again, the light is less painful.

He looks mournful as he stares at the tangled sheets.

"Remind me to never introduce you to sleeping bags." Ace mutters as she sets to work. "However did you get so wrapped up in them?" Still not looking in the corner. It sparkles.

Raven shrugs.

"I have dreams sometimes."

More like memories, perhaps. But he doesn't know that.

"I flail, I think."

Ace just looks at him, for a while.

Then he's tackled in a full-force pyro hug, because he's her brother, and shouldn't have to have those kinds of dreams.

Raven is caught off balance, tangled as he is in his blankets.

He teeters, and, since both arms are full of Ace, he falls.

If a Raven falls in his bedroom, and there's only an Ace around, does he make a noise?

Yes.

"Oof."

She beams down on him.
"You're very easy to trip." She announces, cheerily. Then she proceeds to press her advantage, since that is precisely what little sisters do.

She tickles him.

Raven?

Shrieks, and curls into a ball.

"This is manifestly--unfair--I protest--my dignity--"

And then he gives up on coherence and laughs, grabbing her wrist and turning the tables.

Ace laughs, trying to wriggle away from Raven's hands, all the while using her free hand to make him squirm.
"Never give up, never surrander! Ahhhhhh!" She shouts, in between giggles.

And now Raven is on the defensive, desperately trying to keep Ace away from his sides. And his feet. And--

Oh, hell. He's losing.

This is what happens when you play with your little sister. The bird needs to learn some time.

Victoriously Ace perches on his chest, pinning his hands to his sides.
"Surrender." She demands, leaning forward.

Raven eyes her.

"If I do, you take your gift back."

Stubborn bugger, isn't he?

"No, that isn't how it goes. You surrender, and I won't tickle you." Ace explains patiently, but her hands are hovering over his ribs again. Fear, little bird.

Raven sighs.

"All right, then. I cry thee 'Uncle'."

He looks at her balefully.

"You are crushing my ribs."

Is he pouting?

"Ffft. I'll just mix up some more clay, yeah?" But she rolls off him, and sits comfortably out of reach. "And now you're awake too."

Raven looks woeful, now.

"And I have no circulation in my feet, either."

He eyes the constricting blankets, and kicks his feet halfheatedly.

The blankets remain tightly wrapped.

Ace cannot resist a woeful Raven for long.
"Silly bird." She admonishes, and reaches over to start tugging the blankets free.

Raven lets his head thunk back on the floor as Ace untangles him.

"Thank you."

He stands, and piles the blankets messily on the bed.

"So, Ace. What brings you so sneakily to my room?"

He is laughing, a little, as he speaks.

She waves a hand towards the corner.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." She mumbles.

It's tall.

It's pink.

It has sparkles.

It's a rather nice padded perch, all in all.

Oh, the shame.

But it's a present, and Raven loves presents.

Plus, sparkly. Sparkly is close kin to shiny, after all.

He looks conflicted. Pride? Dignity?

Oh, screw it.

"Thank you, Ace. It is certainly . . . pink."

Ace beams.
"See? Now you don't have to sleep up in the rafters anymore." It's possible she might have been worried about this. There's scary things up in the rafters, sometimes.