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[askabanzaibill-blog]

may I have a drabble?

He sighed as he stared outside to his left, watching the rain fall gently to the ground. He was never a big fan of cold weather, but today was an exception. Bruce looked over to the person he was sharing the sofa with, shifting closer to him. He leaned his head on his company's shoulder, thinking how soft and warm he was. Bruce hoped that Volt wasn't bothered with him being used as a personal heater and pillow. Bu despite his worries he couldn't help but smile softly as his eyes slowly closed. Perhaps they didn't need the blanket after all.

[askabanzaibill-blog]

((Might I ask for a Drabble? >3>'

He was in awe at his wings, and the way he stood tall and proud, as if nothing could bring him down. He was captive to the lieutenant's words as he explained his job and how he could fly. His eyes shimmered in total admiration as the he explained how the wind felt on his feather, or how he could see all of darklands from on top.

For once Bruce was in total silence as he let the paragoomba talk the hour away. All he could do was close his eyes and imagine himself soaring in the air, right next to the lieutenant.

[askabanzaibill-blog]

((Write me a fluffy drabble with Bruce? .w.

((But of course!))

The room was filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of mango and cherry. His head rested on his company's shoulder, soaking in the atmosphere once more before his departure the party. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed around anyone bigger, or rather taller, than him. He couldn't even remember what set off the large muscular man off, probably a joke he heard from Oswald. But despite his enjoyment he could feel his eyes growing heavier by the second. Maybe Gatr wouldn't mind if he napped for another minute...