"SKIZZ! Again?!"
Mumbo watches in exasperation as the massive catman rolls over and stretches neck to tail before yawning and flopping back down on top of the Surplus Mega Corp shipping container. "Mornin', Mumbo."
"It is afternoon!"
"Oh is it? Hard to tell. You put this thing in the BEST spot, you know that?"
"It's meant to be a setpiece, not your napping spot!" Mumbo says. "What if you claw the copper?"
"Mumbo, buddy, I'd never," Skizz says, one eye open lazily. "Come on up, it's nice."
"Skizz I cannot just drop everything and sleep the afternoon away!"
"Sure you can, it's easy. I'll show you."
"You- you-!" Mumbo huffs and stomps over to the stacked containers, climbing them while muttering. When he gets to the top he is wrapped in one big arm and cuddled in close.
"See?" Skizz murmurs. "Perfect napping temperature. Another hour an' the sun'll drop over the ridge and this?" he pats the container. "This will still be warm. You're a genius."
Mumbo grumbles and pushes his face into Skizz's chest. "I should be working."
"Hey, so should I," Skizz points out. "Pyramids with death mazes inside 'em don't build themselves."
"Yet you are here, slinkying yourself around me, sleeping on the job!" The words are steadily losing their heat as Skizz's tail comes around to drape over Mumbo's hip, a strip of warmth that is matched only by how cozy it is to be held close to Skizz. He smells like dust and sunshine and the copper of the crate.
"I'll work most of the night, you know that," Skizz murmurs. "Better that way- no one's up to play."
Mumbo can't quite stifle the laugh. "And you do so love to play."
"I do!" Skizz snuffles his hair affectionately, and Mumbo chuckles a little helplessly.
"Fifteen minutes," he murmurs. "Okay? Wake me up in fifteen minutes."
"Yes sir," Skizz says, and when Mumbo lifts his head to kiss him breifly, he begins to purr.
I suppose, Mumbo thinks with amused resignation as he feels himself begin to drift, that we all need a nap sometimes.
