send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.
Sleep and the nocturne were a fickle thing. Some nights he slept like an infant; sprawled out, with his mouth hanging open, and the covers thrown all around the bed. Other nights? Nights like the one he was having now? The sweet escape that was sleep and the dreams that would follow would not come fast enough.
He’d found himself tossing, turning, whining, until finally he’d ended up stretched out on his stomach with his face shoved into the pillow, the decision he had in mind being that maybe, just maybe, if he laid still and didn’t make a sound, he’d slip into the slumber he desired…
Brows furrowed when the creak of a door being pushed open reached his ears. Was that his door? It sounded close enough to be, but who would possibly be at his this late at night? For that reason his head didn’t lift, his lids remaining shut, figure slumped into the mattress. No, he didn’t dare bother with giving it a second thought until he felt a presence settling into the empty space besides him. Didn’t dare bother to tense, muscles stiffening as that pressure only increased and, oh, someone or something was definitely in his bed with him. There was no doubt about it.
As stunned as he was, it as a good minute before his head lifted. Slowly, carefully, light colored eyes shifting to his right where… Was that Saix?
If it weren’t for the light of the bathroom being on, having been far to tired, and perhaps a bit to lazy, to get up and switch off what he’d forgotten he had left on, he wouldn’t have guessed him of all people. But, that was the case. And as faint as it was, it cast a glow over the room that lit it just enough for that striking blue hair of his to be illuminated in the darkness, causing the musician to do not but stare until the shock began to edge away.
Pushing up onto his elbows, It was one of those moments where his arm kept reaching out to touch the other, to shake him awake and ask why, but then would pull back at the last second because “no, what if he bites my hand off for bothering him”. Then again, would he really do that in the literal sense? And, technically, he was the one bothering him…
There was a clearing of his throat, hesitant as it was, and a hand found the diviner’s side to prod at it a few times. ”Uhhh… Heeey, buddy? I know all the room’s might look the same from the outside but, umm… but this one isn’t yours. And uhhh… This isn’t your bed. ‘Cause I’m in here, and I’m only ever in my bed. Not yours. And…“ And what else could he say while putting it gently? If it weren’t for the knowledge that this was Saix, someone he didn’t want to anger to much, he might have just groaned and kicked him off the bed, but it was him, and as such, he merely continued to poke the man once more. “Sooo… yeah! You might wanna go find yours. If you’re awake. Are you awake? If you are you’re doing a real good job at hiding it.”
