Ginger's eyes lit up, happy to have someone to talk to, snuggling down into the pillows and continuing on about computers. Eventually Ginger dozed off, head resting on her hand, sprawled out just arms length away from Sasuke; though one had to admit, they had many facial similarities and were both lanky, Ginger still had a bit of baby fat on her. In the morning, the soft drizzle of rain on the tin roof above them woke Sasuke, the skies dark with rain, but Ginger had wormed closer to Sasuke in the night, holding his hand gently, as though if she weren't careful enough, it'd break. She breathed lightly, drool dripping from her mouth as she slept, hair a royal mess.