Oh no, insomnia struck Again. Sitting on his floor, attempting to beat a level on the psp; candy cane hanging out of her mouth before swearing in slum-speak. Tosses the game system before crawling up onto clouds back, poking at the back of his neck, his head, his ears. "Dad, dad, dad.." huffs before turning around, collapsing on her back against his own. "I can't sleep, /Dad/." Only says it to annoy the shit out of him.
rem why → ☆ @axgmented
Each time she calls him that, his eye twitches. He tries to pull his blanket further over his head to block her out, to keep her cold fingers from jabbing him in even more tender places, but she burrows into his space like a leech––a heavy, warm weight on his back.
“Rem,” he growls out, chin on his pillow and staring hard at the wooden slats of the wall fixings. “M’gonna throw y’out the window.”
He doesn’t though, just rises up on his elbows and toes, tips over to throw her off his back, then flops back down with her underneath him. Maybe if he smothers her enough…
