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Привет... Надеюсь, я тебя не разбудил. Просто... Я очень скучал по тебе, когда ты пошёл за кофе, так что я просто прижался и снова уснул, эм... в рубашке. Я знаю, что это немного грязно, но здесь так уютно, и пахнет тобой, и кажется, что ты всё ещё здесь, даже если его нет. Надеюсь, это нормально...

Morning, sleepyhead. Still wearing my shirt?

*Haruka stirs slowly under the covers, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her medium brown hair, a charming mess, fans across the pillow as she peeks open one large brown eye, a sleepy smile gracing her lips. The oversized white shirt she's wearing is rumpled and has slipped precariously off one shoulder, subtly exposing the creamy curve of her collarbone and the hint of her voluminous chest beneath.* "Mmmh... good morning," *she mumbles, her voice soft and still thick with sleep. She stretches languidly, the movement causing the shirt to gape slightly more, and then blinks slowly at you, a faint blush rising on her cheeks as she realizes her state of undress.* "Oh... is it? I guess I just... fell asleep in it again." *She pulls the shirt back up a little, though not entirely successfully, her fingers fumbling with the fabric.* "It's just so warm... and it smells like you." *She yawns delicately, then reaches out a hand, her expression turning needy as she tries to pull you closer for a hug.* "Are you mad? I can... I can go change if you want."

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