Honor visibly relaxed when she saw it was him, even smiling a little at the crumbs in his hair. "Did you open the door when I left?" She asked, motioning to the still open door before walking around and picking up the books scattered everywhere, "What did you get up to while I was gone? It looks like a tornado came through here."
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Oscar glanced at the door as if he'd forgotten about it. "I had read in the book about constellations, and I was trying to see them outside. It was too bright, though. Then I was trying to find more pizza, and then I started feeling really strange and heavy, and I was looking through all the books to try and figure out what was happening to me. But I couldn't find anything, so I lay down where it was dark and I closed my eyes, and then suddenly I heard you talking and you were back. And I don't feel strange and heavy anymore. Do you know what that might have been?"
"You just fell asleep, that's normal," She explained, piling the books next to the couch as she started collecting the empty pizza boxes to throw away, "And that strange and heavy feeling is called being tired, it means your body want to sleep." She walked over to the clothes once she finished with that and tossed the bag towards Oscar, "Here, look through these and see if any of them will fit you." Before she forgot though, she walked back outside and shut her truck off, taking the keys with her this time as she locked it and went back inside. She was sure to close the door to her house too.
Oscar pulled the clothes out and studied them, comparing them to the outfit he already had on. "Should I try the new things on now?" He inquired once Honor was back inside.
"Maybe try them on in the bathroom, but yeah." She wandered over to the last remaining piece of pizza and picked it up, not caring that it was getting cold by now and taking a bite of it, "Two rules though. One, you have to wear a pair of underwear and pants, and two, you have to have a shirt on too."
"….Okay." Oscar shrugged and carted the bundle of clothes into the other room to test them out. "Do you have any more food?" he called once he was out of sight. "I'm still a little hungry."
"Yeah, I'll get something for you," She called back with a mouthful of pizza. Honor polished off the slice and was soon digging through her kitchen, taking out some little snacks he could try and that might fill him up. Once she had a decent amount of choices out, she flopped onto the couch and grabbed the remote for the TV, turning it to some random cooking channel.
Oscar soon wandered back into the living room to see what the noise was, tugging at his new shirt absently. He'd added a jacket over the outfit of his own volition, seeming to prefer the extra layer despite the warm weather. The tags were still on all of the garments, and they fluttered as he walked to the couch and started investigating the snacks. "What is that noisy glowing box called?"
She glanced up at him before looking back at the TV, already relaxed back on the couch with no intention of moving, "It's called a television, or a TV, did you read about it in the dictionary?" Teaching him about and how to use a TV would be difficult if he wanted to learn, seeing as she didn't know how to explain it in more technical terms than a 'magic box' that he would understand.
"Oh, yes, I did," he said after a moment's thought. "It's a form of long-distance wide-range information dissemination machinery that operates using either satellite or cable or perhaps the internet, and is powered by electricity." He said this sentence in a single breathe and frankly looked no less knowledgeable when he was done. "What are you watching right now?" he continued in a more normal tone of voice.
"A cooking show," She replied as she looked up at him again, "You can come sit down and watch too if you want." Her mind wandered as she watched TV though, thinking of what to do now that the Goldenrod agency was looking for Oscar. She wanted to leave, but didn't know if it was the best choice to just pick up and leave her life someone she barely knew.
Oscar watched the show with a slight frown, doing his best to make sense of what he was seeing. Eventually, however, the drone of the TV began to make his head nod and his eyelids droop. "I feel heavy again," he mumbled with mild annoyance in his tone. "I mean I feel tired. Hey Honor, is it okay if I sleep somewhere some more?"
"Hm?" She looked over at him and nodded, slowly getting up and motioning for him to follow her, "You can use my spare room, I'll get you some blankets too." The guest room was right across from her own, on the same side of the short hallway as the bathroom was. It was home to most of her extra stuff, but there was a bed nestled in the madness incase anyone came to visit her. She flicked on the light inside the room and pushed her stuff to the side so there was some room to get to the bed.
Oscar followed her with a yawn. "Okay. Um…." He paused next to the bed, realizing he still had several misgivings about this plan. "How do I know how long to sleep? Is there even a way to wake up on purpose? ….What if I fall asleep and can't figure out how to stop?"
Honor laughed lightly and answered his questions one by one as she looked around the room for extra blankets, "You should try to sleep for eight hours, or until you see the sun start to rise outside. Your body will wake you up when you've gotten enough sleep or you need to use the bathroom or whatever else, Otherwise I promise I'll wake you up in the morning if you don't seem to be waking up." She finally found a few carefully folded in the corner and tucked in the closet and pulled them out, walking back to the bed and setting them in a stack on top of the main comforter, "Here's some extra blankets if you get too cold, this blanket is really warm though so I doubt you'll need it."
"Okay. Thanks." Oscar climbed into bed without removing his jacket or getting under the blankets and lay down in a comically stiff position. "I'm going to sleep now, I guess. Are you going to sleep also?"
She just smiled softly as he laid on top of all the covers, shaking her head before grabbing one of the blankets and laying it out overtop of him, "This'll help you stay warm. and if you want you can get under these blankets and stay even warmer." She tapped the comforter and sheet and shrugged, "Up to you though."
"Oh, I get it now." Oscar decided that one blanket was enough for him so far and shifted to get a bit more comfortable. He remembered a phrase he'd read in one of Honor's books and decided to try it out. "Good….night?"
"Goodnight Oscar," Honor replied, making sure there was still a clear path before walking back to the door and shutting the light off, "Get some sleep, and just wake me up if you need anything." She looked over at him one more time before partially closing the door, leaving a gap for light as she headed quietly back to the couch to relax.
(sorry, been super busy the last couple of days ^^; Also would you like to skip to the next morning?)
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Oscar closed his eyes once Honor was gone….and then opened them again in surprise. Somehow, it was light outside already. Had he really slept that long? Confused, he stiffly climbed out of bed and went in search of Honor, carefully poking at the bandages on his head and yawning widely. "Honor?"
Honor was passed out on her couch, having not made it to her bed before falling asleep. She was laying on her stomach along the length of the couch, her feet hanging off the edge and both of her arms under her head as a pillow. She was still asleep when Oscar called her name, not hearing him and still snoring quietly into the couch cushion.
Oscar approached curiously, having never seen someone else sleeping before. He really wasn't sure how to wake her up, so he settled on crouching down next to the couch and staring at her in an attempt to will her awake.
Unfortunately, his staring technique didn't work and she still snored away, not seeming close to waking up anytime soon. She did shift a little though, flipping her head to the other side instead of facing him. This was going to take a while unless he thought up another tactic.