Dizzy Hurricane [TAYLOR, SAMSON]

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

God. Why were beds invented if you had to... get out of them? It still felt like the middle of the night to a fallen lying in her bed. It was so warm in there, though, and it was nearly Christmas. It was so cold outside. Warmth, wherever it was, was a blessing. For Bree, it just so happened to be in her bed, tangled up in her duvet, face buried in her pillow. Yeah. Why didn't she just spend every day like this? It was warmer than most places, and more comfortable too.

She had to admit, though, that the bed was even warmer and even more comfortable when she shared it. What? It was! This was the pure truth. Might not have been the only reason Bree shared her bed with Samson, but still. It was a nice little... perk? Yeah, that was the word for it. A 'perk'. She would have laughed at the word had she not been so "bleh" at that moment.

She registered vaguely, though, that there was a space in the bed beside her. Meaning that Samson had got up. Also meaning that, technically, she should get up too. But... ugh. She groaned as she rolled over in the bed, sitting up the slightest bit. This wasn't fair, she needed something that wasn't so comfy so that she would want to get up. But, no. She didn't want an uncomfortable bed. First world problems were hard.

There was that, and the fact that, currently, Bree was only in her underwear. Right. So she'd also have to find clothes, which she didn't have the wherewithal to do. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and that was when they laid on Samson's shirt, draped over the back of a chair. She also noticed the sound of the shower in the bathroom. She was betting that it was him, not Tay, in there, or else he wouldn't have left his shirt behind.

She couldn't be bothered to get up. At least, not for a few minutes. And... the shirt was on the other side of the room. And this was when Bree loved her powers. Honestly, she really did. They were so darn useful sometimes. She looked over at the shirt, and narrowed her eyes slightly in concentration, engaging a part of her mind that she didn't often use. Within seconds, the shirt was in her hands, and she was sliding the soft material over her body.

She stood up slowly, shoving her feet into her slippers that she kept at the side of the bed. The shirt came down to her mid thigh, which was perfect, but the sleeves went past her hands by a long shot. Stupid short limbs. With a sigh, she rolled the sleeves up to the elbows, and inspected it again. Eh, it would do. She probably didn't look her best, but she'd just woken up. Did that matter? No.

She padded along the hallway to the kitchen, where she knew she would probably find Taylor. Honestly, the girl ate a truckload. Bree snickered to herself as she practically skipped into the kitchen. "Moooornin', Taybeans~" she sang merrily, grabbing a slice of bread and jamming it into the toaster. "Sleep nice?"

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[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Taylor didn't exactly have good night, the wind was howling, noises coming from all over the house, it was a complete nightmare. It didn't help when she had a completely uncomfortable bed either, oh well she had put up with it so far, why another several centuries later. Taylor groaned, this wasn't how she wanted to spend her morning, she also wanted a shower however when she woke up it sounded like someone else was in the shower. Being to tired to even see who it was Taylor just went to go and get breakfast, making herself some porridge and some toast, Bree can make her own toast.

Taylor sat there rubbing her temples, this kind of helped. Thinking Taylor would hopefully get a quiet morning, a certain someone had to skip in the kitchen and singing at the top of their lungs. This certain someone was Bree. Taylor was about to have a mouthful of porridge when Bree coming skipping in the kitchen, only in a shirt which seemed way to long for her. Taylor stared at Bree opened mouthed, not saying anything just encase something extremely inappropriate came out. Quickly she closed her mouth again, swallowing a comment and snicker. However it seemed even to Taylor that she just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"Well looks like I found the source of the noises last night. Which seemed to be coming from a certain bedroom."

Taylor couldn't hold back that comment, even if she got a slap from Bree it was so worth it. Taylor began to giggle, this had so made her morning. She hung her head low just so she couldn't see Bree's face, which knowing Bree had probably gone bright red. It seemed that by how long the shirt was, it was Samsung's or to Bree her 'Samson'. Taylor had heard a lot about him, and eventually she came up with the nickname of Samsung. She had threatened Bree to call her Nokia, however Taylor was forbidden to do anything she wanted to do if she ever called Bree that, so reluctantly she didn't call Bree silly names.

"I must admit, it was good night to have some fun with all the wind howling and other stuff."

Taylor couldn't hold back anymore she burst into fists of laughter, Bree's face was going to be priceless when she finally opened her eyes from all the laughter. Sooner or later Taylor knew she was going to get a slap either round the head or round the face, which depended on how mad she had made Bree. Maybe this morning wasn't going to be so bad after all.