Sebille had fallen asleep on the couch. It had been a long day and she was rather exhausted. She knew she shouldn't make a habit of falling asleep at places other than her own bed but... she couldn't help it.

She was comfortable with Null (and yes, she was aware of the irony here). She wasn't sure, however, what Null thought of it.

He had probably rested his eyes as well but she knew he wouldn't allow himself to fall completely asleep anywhere if he wasn't completely alone.

"Mnnh..." She started waking up.

"Hi..." She said sleepily, feeling a little disoriented.

" ... "

"Oh crap... I'm sorry, I think I drooled on your shirt" =__=;;

How did she always manage to be so unlady-like in front of him?

"Hmmph!"

What was that? And did he just smile? And was that a... laugh?

"Did you just laugh?"

"Was that really a chuckle I heard?" She was curious and cheerful.

He looked at her, the traces of his previous smile still lingering on his face. Cheerful now, are we?

She'd actually made him laugh. Wow! Okay, for a normal person that wouldn't quite count as a laugh but to him... that was rare. She'd hardly even seen him smile.

"Okay... so, either you really liked the fact that I drooled on you or then, that was amusing for whatever reason."

She giggled.

"I rather liked that reaction. I wonder what other ways there are to make you laugh..."

Her new mission: Make Null laugh again.