6 Unicorn Street; Thank Goodness it's Tuesday! Morning, 12/21.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had woken up and got dressed and prepared with a heavy reluctance to face yet another Friday, but it didn't take her long at all to realize that this morning was, finally different.

Mostly due to the fact that Dwight was still there sleeping on her couch.

Really, now, that's the day they managed to get out of the loop with finally, huh? It couldn't have just been the one where they'd both gotten shot?

But he had oh so handwavily because the last few days have been straight up dumpster fires still showed up yesterday, despite finally being filled in by Miguel about what had been happening, and at that point, Amaya, too, had realized that maybe just being honest about everything was the best route (and, hey, it had only taken her four days!). And even though there was a good chance that there'd be some progress in the whole thing when the infiltration team hit up that island, maybe it would be better if they both just stayed put, they could maybe get some planning and work done in the shop and then she could make some tea and he could come hang out with the lobsters.

There'd been quite a bit of awkwardness--even arguing!-- about it, at first, mostly on account of the whole getting shot that one time part of it, but at least just spending time in the apartment was better than just shoving Dwight in the closet again--not that it had apparently done much good! At least until they were sure the infiltration had succeeded, and, if not, well, then, they'd just reset yet again, and she'd make sure to text him immediately after waking up again to not even bother!

And, of course, was there a part of her who knew that there was a good chance the excursion would be successful? Maybe. But she wasn't going to think about that.

She was, instead, mostly going to try to see if she could slip pass the sleeping lout on her couch to get to the kitchen and make her coffee, as quiet and stealthy as could be (which, to be fair, were not usually her strong suits), and then hopefully slip down to the shop before he woke up and get starting on some work that might actually stick now that things were clearly back to normal (time-wise, anyway! There was nothing normal about this situation!) to help avoid at least that particular bit of awkwardness.

[[ for the oh-so-shamelessly modded and handwaved houseguest, please! ]]

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[alwaysonguard]

If Dwight had ever thought jet lag from traveling halfway around the world was bad, it was NOTHING compared to the sheer confusion and dizzying feeling of waking up and finding time had jumped ahead DAYS! Sure, he couldn't really tell any difference, at least not in any way he could put his finger on, but there was still that disorienting feeling in his head as his eyes open and he tried to figure out where the heck he was.

He blinked a few times, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling as he finally, actually, at long last REMEMBERED the day before! Or, at least most of it... things were still a little fuzzy around the edges.

It was about then that the noises from the other side of the apartment reached him, signaling that his host the night before was awake too now. So, with a stretch and a slight groan, Dwight sat up on the couch and looked over to where he figured Amaya was, his half-asleep brain forgetting still that he had taken his shirt off right before passing out on the couch last night.

"It's Tuesday isn't it? PLEASE tell me it is Tuesday" he asked as he gave Amaya a small, somewhat exhausted smile.