Luka's not certain why now, of all times, she's worrying about the state of her hair. With her head rested against the pillow and her knees angled up, Luka's just about aware of the fact that it's tangled from the roots to the tips, and matted against her forehead. It's only been over for a moment or two, and her mind's already wandering, as if to compensate for the fact that her systems are just about out of power—or maybe, she realises a few moments later, she's only cycling through such useless, randomly interjected thoughts because of the result of a low battery. Time to shut down and recharge then, Luka supposes. That said, Luka thought the same thing four point seven-two hours ago, but before she could reach for the power lead, Ruko was laying with the sunlight filtering in through the window and splashing across her neck, and Luka just had to press her lips there, and—
And now they're in this mess. Luka blinks, vision blurred, and looks up at Ruko with a lopsided smile. Ruko grins, too dishevelled to look smug, and tilts her head to the side, as if questioning her.
“Mm,” Luka says, smile melting into something much softer, and then reaches up, arms wrapping around Ruko's shoulders. She pulls her close, ever so gently, and the motion's more of a suggestion to move closer than anything else. Ruko falls down with an Omph, even if there was no force behind the action, and then hooks her arms around her waist, rolling to her side. Laughing lightly at that, Luka rolls over so that she's facing her still, fingertips drawing shapes against the back of Ruko's bare neck.
“Time for a recharge, babe?” Ruko asks, tilting her head in what Luka assumes to be the direction of the power leads. The power leads that have been stuck side-by-side in the wall for the past few days, yet haven't seen as much use as they usually would.
Smirking, Luka playfully butts her forehead against Ruko's, and then moves two fingers across the back of her neck in tiny steps, until the pads press against a USB port. She slides the panel that covers it open and closed, humming thoughtfully as Ruko looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
“If I recall correctly – and, might I point out, my memory is excellent – you only recharged around seven hours ago,” Luka says, raising both eyebrows in return.
“Hey, hey,” Ruko says, feigning offence as best as a robot who's just spent the past forty-eight hours with their fan running at full speed, yet still not doing much to cool them down, “We're not all fancy Vocaloids, Luka. Some of us need to recharge more often than once a week, y'know?”
Rather than waiting for her to make any sort of reply, Ruko's hands find their way to Luka's sides, and before Luka can process what's happening, she's being tickled without mercy. Luka's not certain how she still has the energy to twist and writhe like that, let alone shriek out in between laughs, but she's showing no signs to letting up, and really, Ruko must know of better ways to show her gratitude in the midst of an afterglow. Biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to keep some of her dignity, Luka reaches down, and finds that her ridiculous strength really does come in useful.
Ruko seems to know better than to try tickling her for a second time, though, and Luka settles down again, somehow only able to think about the fact that, goodness, her hair really must be so much messier now. With a pout, she lets go of Ruko's wrists, and then begins prodding and poking at her hair. She considers what Ruko said about needing to charge more often than she does as she tries to neaten it out, and really, she's fairly certain that she's done her best to accommodate her slightly less advanced design. After all, with Ruko on her back, not putting too effort into moving, she'd been able to keep her power lead plugged in and continue with other activities. (Not that the lead hadn't ended up yanked out at certain points, but Luka thinks she did as good as can be expected, under such circumstances.)
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And now they're in this mess. Luka blinks, vision blurred, and looks up at Ruko with a lopsided smile. Ruko grins, too dishevelled to look smug, and tilts her head to the side, as if questioning her.
“Mm,” Luka says, smile melting into something much softer, and then reaches up, arms wrapping around Ruko's shoulders. She pulls her close, ever so gently, and the motion's more of a suggestion to move closer than anything else. Ruko falls down with an Omph, even if there was no force behind the action, and then hooks her arms around her waist, rolling to her side. Laughing lightly at that, Luka rolls over so that she's facing her still, fingertips drawing shapes against the back of Ruko's bare neck.
“Time for a recharge, babe?” Ruko asks, tilting her head in what Luka assumes to be the direction of the power leads. The power leads that have been stuck side-by-side in the wall for the past few days, yet haven't seen as much use as they usually would.
Smirking, Luka playfully butts her forehead against Ruko's, and then moves two fingers across the back of her neck in tiny steps, until the pads press against a USB port. She slides the panel that covers it open and closed, humming thoughtfully as Ruko looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
“If I recall correctly – and, might I point out, my memory is excellent – you only recharged around seven hours ago,” Luka says, raising both eyebrows in return.
“Hey, hey,” Ruko says, feigning offence as best as a robot who's just spent the past forty-eight hours with their fan running at full speed, yet still not doing much to cool them down, “We're not all fancy Vocaloids, Luka. Some of us need to recharge more often than once a week, y'know?”
Rather than waiting for her to make any sort of reply, Ruko's hands find their way to Luka's sides, and before Luka can process what's happening, she's being tickled without mercy. Luka's not certain how she still has the energy to twist and writhe like that, let alone shriek out in between laughs, but she's showing no signs to letting up, and really, Ruko must know of better ways to show her gratitude in the midst of an afterglow. Biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to keep some of her dignity, Luka reaches down, and finds that her ridiculous strength really does come in useful.
Ruko seems to know better than to try tickling her for a second time, though, and Luka settles down again, somehow only able to think about the fact that, goodness, her hair really must be so much messier now. With a pout, she lets go of Ruko's wrists, and then begins prodding and poking at her hair. She considers what Ruko said about needing to charge more often than she does as she tries to neaten it out, and really, she's fairly certain that she's done her best to accommodate her slightly less advanced design. After all, with Ruko on her back, not putting too effort into moving, she'd been able to keep her power lead plugged in and continue with other activities. (Not that the lead hadn't ended up yanked out at certain points, but Luka thinks she did as good as can be expected, under such circumstances.)