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Who Piccolo

namekian and Kenzi

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Where Their apartment
When 2/22, evening
Warning Awkward
Summary Over a week since Valentines Day awkwardness, Piccolo hasn't brought himself to clear the air with Kenzi...
Format w/e

Over a week since Valentines Day awkwardness, Piccolo hadn't brought himself to clear the air with Kenzi. He figured it would just be forgotten and they can move forward with the "it never happened" agreement. Was he embarrassed? Of course. Did he want to talk to her about it? ...Not really. He had since regained his logic, and the feelings subsided-- or whatever that was that he felt-- but still. He felt strange about the whole thing and didn't know how to fix it. Avoidance had been the key.

After a long day of training, he opened the door to their apartment. He didn't sense Kenzi, and took the time to take a quick shower and get to bed.

It didn't take long for his breathing to slow down, his eyes closing to restfulness.

He'd talk to Kenzi. Tomorrow. Get it out of the way. Would she tease the hell out of him? Sure. But at least then it'd be done and over with.

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Rather than come home straight from work Kenzi decided to hit up a bar or two first. It was Friday night, so why not?

By the time she returned home it was late and she was drunk. Shoes were kicked off at the door and she stumbled toward her bedroom and flopped down into the bed. It wasn't the first time she'd fallen asleep in her clothes and it wouldn't be the last.

As she wiggled up along the bed so she could get under the covers she found something didn't seem right. She groped around in the dark and soon realized there was someone else in her bed. Or rather, Piccolo's bed, but that wasn't registering in her mind.

"What...even...?"

He hadn't fallen asleep entirely, and was on the edge of drifting when he felt a body on his bed which proceeded to feel around. He sat up, half dressed, and half awake. "What the-"

Seriously??

He recognized her shape and voice, eyes getting wide. Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Kenzi froze entirely when she heard who it was. She squinted in Piccolo's direction in the dark and frowned.

"What are you...doing in my bed?" Although she was suddenly wondering if this was her bed. Did she go through the wrong door after she came in? She couldn't remember now.

"Your bed?" Piccolo sounded legitimately shocked. "You're in-" He let out a breath. If it wasn't painfully obvious now, hopefully she'd put two and two together.

So much for getting rid of the uncomfortable feeling around her. As he breathed in the air, he smelled a tinge of alcohol. "...Are you drunk?"

He was the only one feeling awkward. Kenzi was too drunk too care and the only thing on her mind right now was sleep. She wasn't even thinking about Valentine's Day.

"A little." She held a hand up with her forefinger and thumb less than an inch apart.

Piccolo let out a breath, half-tempted to reach and expand that gap between her forefinger and thumb. He didn't though. He just... sat there. Unsure of what to do about this situation.

"...Do you want me to take you to your bed?"

Kenzi lowered her hand and shifted on the bed a bit. After a moment she realized she was still wearing her coat so she works on getting that off and tosses it aside before looking back over at him.

"Can I...just stay here?"

He jumped a bit at that, a little flustered. That... was not a response he was expecting.

"What? Why?" He sounded shocked, sweat falling from his brow.

She didn't wait for a response, instead she crawled up onto the side of the bed he wasn't taking up and flopped down.

"Because m'already here."

"That's... idiotic." He grumbled. But apparently she already made herself comfortable. With a heavy sigh he lied back down to his side.

Alright. Fine. She was sleeping in his bed. Nothing weird about that or anything.

"Is not."

Kenzi wiggled around a bit to get comfortable, once she was she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

Of course there was nothing weird about it. Everything was back to normal, wasn't it? Well, as normal as things got.

And for a moment, Piccolo actually believed that Kenzi was going to follow through with the "not speaking about it ever again" conversation they had. Honestly, it was a bit of a relief.

He couldn't sleep though, with someone else in his bed... He shifted, sitting up again. "...I could leave."

A muffled grumble could be heard in response before she shifted and reached over to stop him. "Stay."

Why was it everyone she knew in the City so against sharing a bed with her? It's not like she was going to do anything except maybe cuddle them. And really she had no control over that once she was asleep.

It was then that he... understood a little. It wasn't what she said specifically, but it was also her body language. How she said it. Piccolo settled back down. He knew what he was in for.

"...You should've called me."

"Hmmn?" Kenzi wasn't sure what he meant by that.

"Coming home drunk like this... at night." He explained, closing his eyes. "You should've called me."

Oh that. "It's not a big deal. Not like I haven't done this before. Back home...before Bo, I didn't really have anyone call to get me so..." She shrugged. "Plus you were apparently asleep." Not that that matters now since she clearly disturbed him.

"And this? My bad."

"Its.." He let out a breath. "its fine." He concluded. "I might not be Bo, but I'm your friend. You don't need to be stubborn and feel like you're on your own here." He turned his head towards her, looking at her face. Yes, those feelings of attractionwere gone, but he still cared for Kenzi a lot. "... I'm glad you got home safe." And that she didn't bring a man with her... That would've been terrible.

Odds of Kenzi bringing a random guy home with her are close to zero. She might flirt with just about any guy she meets but she's not going to jump into bed with a complete stranger. Something like that requires more trust than she's capable of giving on a first meeting.

She gives a soft snort and shifts a little closer to him on the bed. "I'll keep that in mine for next time."

"Good." He grunted. He couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or if she took what he said seriously. He turned his head again up to look at the ceiling.

"You're hard to figure out." He admitted aloud.

Kenzi stretched and yawned. "So I've been told. But I wouldn' be any fun if I was easy to figure out, now would I?"

"You'd be a lot less irritating." Piccolo yawned back in response, closing his eyes.

"I'd find some other way to be irritating." She gave a soft giggle and curled up against him.

"Ngh-!" Yeah, that didn't catch him by surprise or anything. His body tensed up at her closeness. He figured the best he could do was try his best not to show that it was a bother... if he said anything it'd probably blow up in his face somehow anyway. "Yeah. I know you would."

He exhaled, hesitantly sliding his arm from underneath her to hold her in place. At least in this way... he'd had a better idea if she was going to move any more than she already did. Maybe even have a little control over this. "I like to think it can't get any worse."

Kenzi let out a pleased hum as Piccolo shifted to hold her. When was the last time she was even able to curl up with someone like this? It was definitely before she arrived here.

"Shouldn't think that. Life has a way of proving people wrong when they think that."