"Wednesday," Ty answered, stretching out on the couch. "And whatever you say," he teased lightly, looking over at her. "Really though, waking up next to my ugly mug couldn't have been that terrible, could it?" he continue, putting his hands behind his head.

His voice, and his eyes, possessed somewhat of an underlying playfulness that didn't exactly die the night before.

Tses blushed slightly again, and stared at her hands. She traced the scars on her forearms as she gulped slightly, pulling her legs up close. "It wasn't terrible waking up next to you.... it was.... well, it was awkward for the other reason!" She blurted out, and scrambled to her feet, heading to her dresser and fishing for clothes to change into. Without the cover keeping her warm now, goosebumps quickly formed on her arms. But her face was warm enough that she didn't mind it as much. She took a few moments just fishing through drawers in silence, trying to find her clothes under the oddball items in the drawer which included a tiara and several formal dresses, but finally found some clean clothing.

"Shouldn't you be like, drinking coffeee now or something?" She murmured quietly, and tried to focus on calming down so she didn't blow anything up. Her hands flickered green with energy for a moment though, and then it went away with the effort.

"I....so when are you going back to visit Chloe?" She asked, making a little pile on the dresser with her arm bands, shorts, skirt, over shirt... it looked like she was packing to leave for a week rather than get dressed for the day.

"It wasn't that bad," Ty sighed softly. "I liked it, anyway. Maybe I even slept better that way," he added with a small shrug before standing up and going to the kitchen and starting the coffee pot.

"Working on it. And I don't know. I mean, yesterday she was talking about going to stay at the mansion, so I told her I'd help her move in whenever she decided to. Not that she has much stuff. But I won't be able to see her as often. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Unless you want me gone that quickly..."

The last part, he'd mumbled, remembering what happened last time she did this. He really hoped she wasn't doing this again. He hated it. But as the coffee pot finished and he fixed a cup, he settled back on the couch, trying not to focus too much on it.

Tses felt the last little slivers of her defensive anger vanish as Ty went to the kitchen and started messing with the coffee pot, and as she gathered her clothes, she listened to him talk. She frowned slightly at his last comment, catching the almost hurt tone that was growing familiar with their morning conversations, but didn't say anything right away. She sighed, and pushed her hair out of her face, rubbing her forehead as she did. "I'm glad she found a place. I think she'll be happy there, I've visited before and it's not too bad..." She paused, fiddling with her clothes slightly. "I gotta get dressed... but.... don't go yet, ok?" She looked up at him, and gave the smallest hint of a smile, then moved back towards the bathroom.

Once inside the small room, she quickly set her clothes on the counter, then paused, and quickly turned on the shower. Rather than just getting dressed, she quickly washed her hair and arms, letting the warm water clear her brain. It wasn't a long shower, and only took a few minutes, but then she dried off, got dressed and moved back out to the living room. She had opted out of the overshirt and shirt for now, and wandered back into the room with her shorts, tanktop and arm bands on. Quietly, she sat back down next to Ty, and curled her feet under her as she laid her head on his shoulder. She felt her face curl into a small frown then she scooted a little bit closer.

"I'm sorry I freaked out... I just.... I do like having you here...." She tried saying, but trailed off lamely.

Ty nodded. "Of course I'm not leaving. I haven't finished my coffee yet!" he joked lightly, looking back at her to return the smile. He just sat and waited, sipping his coffee as he slowly started to wake up, and the next thing he knew she was sitting next to him, wearing her tank top and shorts. He smiled as she scooted close and lay her head on his shoulder, and he put his free arm around her.

"I noticed you deviated from your usual fashion choice again," he replied, his hand rubbing the bare flesh of her shoulder. "But I still think this look works for you," he said softly. "I know," he said softly.

Tses chuckled softly as he teased her, then relaxed and sighed slightly as he rubbed her shoulder. It felt comforting, and there was no irritation left as she made herself comfortable next to him. "I recalled you commenting on the outfit." She lifted her head slightly and gave him a small glare, then smirked to show she wasn't seriously angry at him that time. Then she let her head fall back once more.

"I don't plan on going anywhere like this though. I can be comfortable around you... But the rest of the world can just get used to it." Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, her brain still sleepy, but then a flicker of memories flashed through her mind and she flinched, quickly reopening them. She sat up a little and stretched, feeling a bit more awake, and a lot more unsettled. "You know, one of these days you should teach me to cook.... Everytime you leave I feel like I got really spoiled because I actually had a meal that wasn't freshly cooked by a microwave..." She remarked and poked his coffee cup with a chuckle. "But I can pass on learning about the whole coffee thing."

Ty smiled, kissing her cheek. "I always want you to feel comfortable around me. No matter what," he answered softly. "Maybe I can show you sometime, but you still gotta teach me to fight," he teased lightly, nuzzling her a little bit.

"Hey, I gotta have my coffee. Wakes me up in the morning. But cooking really isn't all that hard to me. Though I hate to say it, but I really don't feel like cooking this morning, heh." He shrugged lightly.

Tses laughed, and a smirk spread across her face. "Teach you to fight? Well I think last night was a practice run. And I don't think hugging counts as an adequate defensive response in a real fight." She winked and laughed as he nuzzled her. It was hard to be serious around him, especially when his playful edge won through.

"And your coffee smells awful I am sorry, but it does. You may need it to function, but it is still disgusting and nothing you say can change that. Sooo there. Tough." she said sticking her tongue out at him. "And it's ok. I'm not feeling that hungry right now anyway. If I start starving I can probably find some fruit in the fridge somewhere. I need to go grocery shopping here soon though. I was going to head out to get some the ..." Her voice froze slightly, and the memories swirled around her brain. She was going to go shopping the day she was kidnapped. She quickly pushed it away and gave a slightly shaky smile. "I don't know why but it's always been hard to get groceries without something or another happening. Who knew canned food was so eventful?"

She poked his coffee cup when he tried to take his next sip, and smirked slightly, trying to melt the sadness away with the more playful side of her. It was the only defense she knew now, but it made the cuter moments a little bittersweet.

"Nah, I can just use special tactics against you," he teased. "Hugging then making out won't exactly work on a thug on the street, ya know?" he continued, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Hey, coffee's a-freaking-mazing," Ty countered, finishing his cup and setting it down."Eh, I can cook for you later, if you want," he said, still rubbing her shoulder, letting his fingers dance along and draw little patterns on her skin. His mind momentarily flashed back to that one vision he had from a certain shirt, but he shrugged it off.

"Heh. Well, if I remember, we did have our second meeting, and technically our first kiss after a little trip to the grocery store. So it's not all bad." He smirked, then added, "Well, part was bad for me, seeing as how you kicked my ass after~"

Making out The sentence made Tses face transform pink again and she coughed slightly and she coughed uncomfortable. "Well, we weren't making out anyway, so that comment is not valid in this conversation." She chimed in, and pushed her hair of her face. She started to comment once more about coffee but her brain was getting fuzzy at the tingles drifting up from her skin, fueled by his touch.

"You don't have to cook you know. I feel kinda bad everytime you end up stuck in the kitchen. I still have some cash we could always go out to eat even if I can't coookk....that kinda tickles again, stopit." She said, wriggling away from his hand but not quite out of his arms. "See, this is why I wear layers. You can't torment me with all your cuddly cutesy stuff.!"

"And are you going to hold that against me forever? I said I was sorry. You just took me by surprise and I'm a street kid: fight first, ask questions later." She none too gently jabbed him in the side this time and made a face at him.

"Okay maybe not really but at one point we were really close to making out," Ty replied with a smile, then just went to holding her when she mentioned tickling. "Sorry," he murmured. "But maybe I like the cutesy stuff. _{And the idea of--} I mean...cutesy stuff..." He coughed, settling against her.

Ty jumped as she hit him. "I was teasing!" he squeaked.

Tses was caught between several emotions right now. Part of her was enjoying the cute moments, and the more romantic ones; part of her just wanted to ave fun again and do something dorky like the tickle fight. But she didn't know which emotion to go with. It was like trying to dig through a dark kitchen for a cup to drink out of, or wandering around a dark room trying to find somewhere to sit. You sort of had an idea of what you were doing, but everything looked so much different in the dark. To her, everything seemed so different here in the moment.

As he jumped, she turned around on the couch so she was facing him, her leg against his and her face turning into a bratty smile. She felt an idea finally coming to her, and that made her a little excited.

"Maybe we'll just have to make it a contest again. Like that time when you were holding my hand. You beat me at something, I'll let something cute happen. You loose, then you just have to wait and try again next time." She smirked at him, and crossed her arms across her chest. "It's up to you. This time you get to decide what happens."

Ty smiled as she faced him, and though she wore shorts, his jeans prevented any potentially awkward skin-to-skin contact. His grin grew as she explained the situation. "Deal. Like the night on the rooftop, I'm going to ask you a question. You get it wrong, more cutesy stuff, but you still get the freedom of stopping me if I go too far. You get it right, and my fate lies in your hands. What we do, how long, what you want me to do....you decide."

He looked at her, chewing his lip and hoping he worded that okay. "So, the question...is very simple." He smiled smugly. "What is...my favorite color?" It was very simple, but it was fair. Maybe she'd get it, maybe she wouldn't.

Tses listened to his proposition, and her heart started to pound a little. Ok, she could do this. She did the 'ask a question' last time, and now he was just getting even, right? But it still made her nervous. She wanted the cute stuff, but it was, in an odd way, the most dangerous stuff for her to try. She didn't know how comfortable she was with him. She was so used to running away and avoiding anything cute OR romantic. But she could avoid that. She just had to give the right answer.

Then he asked the question.

"....Color.... I....you.... I'm so bad with colors though!" She remarked with a squeak, and then her face pulled into a thoughtful frown. There was so much to consider and there were so many possibilities, and none of them seemed to sound right. Favorite color? What would possibly be his favorite color... Well, there was green like his tiger, there was black like his leather jacket was, there was red like his hair.... Finally, she settled on one that seemed to work. "Is it... blue?" She remarked, and watched for his reaction.

Ty was caught in the suspense, looking almost as nervous as she was. But when she finally answered, he relaxed, smirking a little but shaking his head, his hair waving with the motion. "Close, but not quite," he replied, leaning in and kissing her cheek, up her jawline, then whispering in her ear.

"It's green." His hand on her shoulder remained still as the other ran lightly through her hair. He took in her facial features again, noting the usual nervousness. "I'm not going to be that mean to you though. If you don't want to, you don't have to do anything."