Fireflies Progress Report for Chapter 9 · 6:36am Apr 20th, 2013

Current word count sits at 4,724 (EDIT: Sunday April 21, 1:36 AM Current word count sits at 6,397). And it's close(r) to done. However, I don't know how long it'll be till it's done, so I'll supply you all with a tantalizing taste of what I've got so far. Since I'm such a nice guy.

As consciousness slowly reclaimed me, I became aware of several things at once. The first of those things was the feel of Pinkie’s arms wrapped around me, and her body pressed against mine. Her warmth was an amazing feeling, and I smiled at the feelings of happiness running through my body. The second sensation I was aware of was one of a far less pleasant nature. The rain from last night was still coming down, and the sun failed to illuminate the young morning. The third thing that came to my awareness was probably the one that first forced me to wake. A gentle knocking was coming from my door, and I was just a bit less than eager to get up and answer it.
Still, despite my unwillingness, I slowly started to sit up, my shifting weight causing Pinkie to cling more tightly to me. I ran a hand through her hair, and she cracked open an eye, a pout on her face. “Stay.”
I chuckled softly before I continued my efforts at extricating myself from her grasp. “Pinkie, come on, someone’s at the door. I need to--”
“Oy, Icarus! Open up, we’ve gotta talk!” Dash’s voice made me pause for a moment, and then she continued in a much softer voice. “Please.” My gaze rapidly flicked between Pinkie and the door, a feeling of dread swelling up in my chest.
This is not how it’s supposed to happen...
“Um, Dash, I’m still in bed...” I brought my hand to my face. “Not really presentable, is what I mean.” Pinkie raised an eyebrow as I spoke, and I shot her a glare. “Maybe come back in a minute?”
“You’ve got ten seconds to open this door or I’m going to open it.” Pinkie shoved me off the bed as I started moving to grab something to wear. “One.” I scanned about my room, desperate to find at least my jeans. “Two.” I spotted the article of clothing sitting in a heap near the foot of my bed. Thankfully, right next to it were my boxers. “Three.” With all the coordination I could muster I pulled my boxers up. “Four.”
I glanced at the door for a moment as I grabbed my pants off the floor. “Dash, come on! Be reasonable!”
“Five.” I groaned as I started pulling my pants up, hopping about just a bit as I fought with the pant legs. “Six.” I started for the door, figuring that my pants were on ‘enough.’ “Seven.” I finally managed to get them up all the way as I reached the door. “Eight.” I threw open the door as she finished speaking, and she had a smile on her face. “Dude, that was way more than ten seconds. I was counting slow.”
“Slow or not, I made it. Now, what do you need?” I sounded far more irate than I intended, and Dash noticed. “Sorry. Just woke up, and was forced out of bed. Not the best combo for a happy Icarus.”

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