CLOSED ♔ what's mistaken for closeness was just a case of mitosis

♬ Imitosis- Andrew Bird

WHO || Myrilandel de Tanos, Dumage Moulet, Mark Sandazhard [closed]
WHAT || ? ? ?
WHERE || The Knights' hotel room, Chicago, USA
WHEN || Sunday, March 4th, the middle of the night
HOW || Actionspam or prose or whatnot.

Maybe she couldn't sleep. Or maybe she woke up in the middle of the night and just needed a drink of water, or to use the bathroom or... something.

Either way, when Myri leaves the room she shares with Buffy in order to move out into the common area of their suite, she'd find it's currently occupied - and not just by Mark, who's been using the couch out here as a bed every night. Someone else is poised on the sofa as well, leaning over so that the only thing visible is her shoulders and dark brown hair... but she sits up abruptly as Mark apparently pulls himself to an upright position, looking a little bit angry as she blinks rapidly in surprise. In a furious whisper, he says: "What do you think you're doing?" and casts his eyes around in the dim light with paranoid intensity. He doesn't seem to notice Myri's door ajar, however, and Dumage commands his attention again as she snorts and replies quietly: "I thought we might have a little chat."

He looks at her with even more incredulity, eyebrows climbing halfway up his forehead.  "Now?"  He shakes his head.  "Scratch that.  Here?!"  Dumage's lips form into a pout and she reaches up a hand to brush a lock of his hair back, though it gives more of the impression of talking to a small child than a paramour.  

"I thought we could take it somewhere else, darling," she whispers, raising her brows suggestively.