#She would take him shopping in her purse oh inti DX What has he gotten himself into

[boombambaby]

NO, no of course not! Not a laughing matter, nope. Now he feels really bad, bad llama. His drawers could definitely use some work. If Malina has the patience to teach him, he'll . . . attempt to do it, and then when that doesn't work, get a servant to do it for him. Solid plan.

GASP! She better not! He knew dating a journalist was dangerous. Her nickname is the 'Palace Whisperer' after all.

Lucky for her, he's dead to the world. He sighs in his sleep at the feeling of her stroking his hair, nuzzling into the action similar to the how he reacted to her petting earlier in the day-- but otherwise doesn't react to the kisses or anything else, including her confession. Had he heard it, he would have gloated! It's about time she admits it! Kuzco would have woken the entire village up with his gloating, but he also more than likely would have admitted his own feelings and quite possibly proposed on the spot.

With her arms around him, Kuzco sleeps soundly; a contented smile on his very human face as he instinctively drapes an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer yet. It's probably the best sleep he's had in. . . forever? / / / / / / / / / / / / / The return to consciousness is a slow process, and Kuzco scrunches his nose up at the feeling of something tickling his face. He blinks his eyes open and blows out a breath to try to move whatever it is away from his nose, until he realizes its hair and glances down to find Malina still sleeping against his chest. How he went from drinking out of a water bowl to this is beyond him, but he's too happy and relaxed to question it. Kuzco reaches up with the hand not trapped underneath her to brush her hair away, and presses a smiling kiss against her temple in an attempt to wake her up. As far as he knows he can't hear anyone else in the house, but he doesn't particularly care right at this moment, either way. "Wake-y wake-y, Malina.~ "

Gasps dramatically. Mixing them is forbidden! Is no laughing matter! In fact, she bets Kuzco's drawers are a mess. Once she's Empress, she'll start teaching him how to organize them nicely. Whether he likes it or not!

Hah, that'd be unfortunate if Malina tells the rest of journalists from the Kuzconian times about Kuzco's new pet behavior. Chaos will unfold!

Luckily she's as concerned about his reputation as himself, he'll be safe for now.

Unless his snoring makes her go insane. Her eyes widen in pure shock as to why the pillow hit didn't work. She sighs defeated, not in the mood to try other methods to bother him as she approaches to her bed and sits down beside him. He looks quite adorable whike he sleeps, her previous anger is dissipating, she calms down as she takes the covers off his head to stroke his hair once more. He has some split ends. Malina snorts. He'll riot when he finds out.

Chuckling to herself at the thought and leans her face closer to his to give him a peck on the lips and then on his cheek. With Kuzco not able to listen (hopefully. If he does hear for some reason, he'll gloat forever and bother her about it to no end) she utters some three magical words a little too close to his ear.

"I love you..." She pulls back as she then flops onto her side of the bed, she keeps looking at him due to his snoring not letting her go back to slumber so she decides to grab him by his torso as if he was her Floopy and snuggles closer to him. After a few minutes, his warmth helps her to finally pass out.

She hopes both can wake up before her whole family arrives.