Snow Day!

[uruseihime]

It was the silence that woke Tamaki, more than anything. And she regretted it the instant she realized that the middle of her futon was the only place that was warm. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she remained still and listened. It was a rare time that she would wake before her alarm - but it was Sunday, and there was no school today. Even so, Mitsuru was usually awake to prepare breakfast. 

Now began the age-old debate of 'to get up or not'? It was so warm in here, and if there was no miso soup or tea yet brewed, it would take longer than normal to warm up once out of bed...

"Ni--!" O-chan didn't give Tamaki the opportunity to make her own decision as the fox's cold, wet nose pressed against her neck in an affectionate gesture.

"WwwaAAAAAH!" Shooting up from her reclined position, Tamaki's blankets pooled into her lap, subjecting to the cold air that fell heavy in her room. She shivered and retrieved the fallen blankets, tugging them around her shoulders. "It's so early, O-chan." She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, rising to her feet with a cloak of blankets trailing around her. 

She headed towards the window, drawn in by the beam of light that warmly pierced through the unlit chill of her bedroom. "Though I guess if it's light out, others should be waking up soon, huh?" She peered out the window for signs of movement, but saw something else entirely. It elicited a startled gasp. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, her blankets falling off her shoulders and onto the floor.

 (taken from the Snow Day meme on bakerstreet )

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[uruseihime]

It took a moment for Tamaki to realize, besides the picturesque sight of snow, there was a grossly distorted face on the other side of her window. Once she'd put together the eyes, nose, mouth, and puffs of white breath to make out a face, she let out a startled cry, summoning forth O-chan once more to her shoulder.

"M...M..." She yanked the window open with great exertion, falling back to let her upperclassman crawl over the window's threshold. "Mahiro-senpai! There's a front door, you know!"

Was he not wanting to wake anyone up?

[callmesenpai]

The moment the window was open, he pulled himself through, collapsing dramatically onto the floor while he tried to catch his breath. There was really only so long one could take being out in that frozen hell, after all. A few long moments to catch his breath, though, and he was right back on his feet, waving off her exclamation.

"NOPE! Too easy."

Had he used the front door, he'd have not only had to wake someone, but then he'd have had to wait while Michiru fetched Tamaki, and then he'd have to wait until Tamaki came out, then he'd have to wait until Tamaki got dressed a--

Oh. OH. Oh. .........Oops.

Coming in through her window had been an AMAZING plan, up until now because it hadn't really occurred to him that she might not be dressed, and pajamas didn't count as clothes. Yup, that was him, turning his back and pointing. "Just hurry up and get dressed, already!"

[uruseihime]

Tamaki forced an indignant sigh through her nostrils, already grumbly thanks to the cold and now the unlikelihood of being able to crawl back into bed. This guy...just what is he trying to prove?! Geez...

His fleeting moment of suave was, well, fleeting--smugness quickly replaced by petulance as he spun on his heel and once again glanced out the window.

Which was still open, by the way.

Throwing her arms over her chest and squirming uncomfortably, Tamaki bossily snapped back. "Well close the window! No way I'm doing anything with all that cold air coming through!"

Fully expecting Mahiro to do as he was told, Tamaki's feet dully padded over to her closet, which she opened to a modest collection of winter clothes. She wasn't used to the colder weather, so she packed what was probably more than necessary...but you know! Be prepared!

Reaching for a hanger, she paused and cautiously glanced over her shoulder. "Senpai. No peeking."