Hey, now. A little sleeping never killed anyone. Unless maybe they took something first. Or somebody broke into their room and knifed them. Not that she would know, or anything. Not like she'd ever killed anybody either way. Really.

She yawned elaborately before giving Ukitake an affected pout. "Oh, but couches are multi-purpose, Jyuushirou. And who says I don't do both?"

It wasn't her fault his office had a such a comfy couch.