[X] Just carry her to bed, jesus christ.
The curiosity is killing me, and my wounded pride screams, demanding for explanations. First she snatches the damn thing from under my ass, next she orders me around like if I were her kid, and now, after all this mess, she decided to take a peaceful nap. Of course, peaceful, because there's no one to disturb her, beside me, and my guts are not big enough to rip and tear her sleep away. Nope, not gonna do it. I'm just too scared of the consequences. And truth be told - what do I know? Maybe her sleeping face is a part of the ritual she performed - or still is performing - on this table... Somehow, that sounded dirty.
Nevertheless, like I said, if there's someone who wants to wake her up - go ahead, but I'm just gonna stay away then. But to leave her like this wouldn't be good either. I don't know about youkai immunity system, but there's other thing I know - people tend to catch colds if they sleep like this. And I can't help but ask myself this: what kind of man would I be if I simply let her sleep like this? Uncaring one, that's the answer.
Sighing, I try to find a comfortable spot to grab her by, in order to lift her up, and finally settle for her knees and shoulders.
She's light. Perhaps even too light for her figure. But I can remember, or rather, feel that I remember being surprised about that already, so there's no point in busying my mind with this pesky issue once again. She's just light, and I should be happy that she is, no matter the reason.
"Mmn..." her lips open slightly and mutter something incomprehensible, making me freeze in place, afraid that I might've woken her up accidientialy "Old ones... boring...."
But after mumbling those words, she returns to breathing rhytmically like a sleeping person is supposed to.
Careful not to step on anything, I approach the bed and gently place my dear girl on the covers.
Now, she shouldn't be sleeping with her shoes on, so I should probably take them off... Those socks too. Both of those find their place among the clutter around. For a moment, the thought of changing her clothes crosses my mind, but I quickly discard that stupendously foolish idea, not too keen on summoning more trouble onto my already burdened head.
Besides, if I really wanted to see her naked... No, wait, wasn't that because of hygienic reasons? I wanted to change her clothes so that they don't get saturated with sweat and whatnot... Ugh, forget that. Let's just cover her with that eiderdown and let her be.
Turning the light on my way, I leave the room and head to the kitchen, to find an empty stool sit down and think.
First of all, I think the issue of my memory should no longer pose a problem. I know I can trust Yuuka, and that she trusts me, I know that my attempts to enter Gensokyo paid off... What happened after that is a diffirent thing, but since I can't remember it, there's nothing to regret. About Reimu... I... I can't bring myself to believe that I had killed her, even though the story Maribel told me would suggest it. And I can still recall that faint vision of a burning world...
But in spite of everything, whatever happened is none of my concern. I can't remember it, it shouldn't be my responsibility. What matters is that Yuuka is here, and I need to set a few things straight with my life to be able to support us both - financially, and provide decent conditions for living... I should probably get a job too... My parents won't always be sending me money, like it's been up till now. I don't even want to know what they'd say if I called them and said 'oh hai, I'm living with a girl now, kthxbye'.
This calls for a refreshment. By which I mean a gulp from a secret stash of mine. Just beside the stove, there's a loose plank, beneath which... But that's my sweet secret. Let's just say those bottles alone would let me afford a good quality knife, should I ever sell them. Too bad I'm not going to.
"This one should do."
Pulling out a bottle - one chosen randomly, to be honest - I quickly unscrew the cap and fill my mouth with the divinely warming liquid. Pure pleasure, heaven in gob, and it feels even better when it slowly drips down my throat and into my stomach. Oh god, thank ye kindly for letting us invent this sort of delight.
But now, really, it's getting late. Yuuka's already asleep, and I'm sure she won't wake up until the morning, unless I disturb her on purpose. This kinda grants me with a few hours of freedom... But should I really use them?
[ ] Go for a walk outside.
[ ] Just go to sleep as well, jesus.
[ ] Wake her up after all.
Only one way to find out, eh?