Quick fic: Raisinrat snuggling in bed together with Draxum trying to snatch the remote away from Splinter?
(quick one between essays and imma just tag @tench because they drew something similar? anyway i live for their raisinrat art. chug that love and support for old rat man and goat relationship juice) (also i have no braincells so this might be garbo)
Draxum appeared to finally be asleep, curled up flush to his side like Splinter was about to disappear into thin air. Absentmindedly, Splinter brushed a few red locks out of this hair with a free hand as he flipped through the channels on TV. Of course, being late at night, there wasn’t much, save reruns of reruns, shopping, and movies not even he had heard of.
It was a low murmur and buzz against the stillness of his bedroom and over the night.
Draxum shifted into his sleep, and Splinter felt his mouth turn into a scowl against his neck. For a moment, he worried that a nightmare was about to surface, but no. Draxum sleepily slapped at the hand holding the remote.
“Off it,” he said, not quite a snarl yet.
“No!” Splinter moved his hand, holding it out of his reach. Draxum weakly slapped at the air before scoffing, dropping his arm over Splinter’s middle, The rat smirked, feeling accomplished. The feeling was short-lived when a vine curled over his head, snatching the remote. The TV was turned off in a click, the remote sent to the other side of the room. Draxum sighed contentedly and curled back into the position he had been in as Splinter looked at him incredulously.
“You’re lucky I’m comfortable, otherwise you’d be sleeping on the floor,” Splinter said. Draxum didn’t respond, and he didn’t continue, only shifting to fall asleep next to him