So Kuchisake lay still, her breaths timed just right so she did not over-exert herself. Winds rapped against the windows and slipped through the nooks and cracks - filling the room with a icy chill. She contemplated yanking the blankets away from the fiery haired boy, but Kuchisake did not care enough to bother him. "Hey there beautiful," the young man with fiery hair woke and laid his hand on Kuchisake's arm, stroking her softly. She liked that. In the dead of night, Kuchisake stared at him with a lustful intensity. "Got any thoughts on your mind?" And then she was off.