[ So if he weren't sweaty but still a guy it'd be fine, right?
Most of Gen's drowsy mumble goes unheeded, in one (oversized) ear and out the other, Eustace trying to wiggle his way into a more comfortable position on the bed. (Spoilers: there is none.) Cramped space aside, the heat that emanates off Gen's body is a nice ward against the evening chill, and enough to slowly spread a drowsy languidness throughout his own body.
His eyes drift closed, though his mind is only slightly fuzzy at the corners. His voice too is quieter, though not yet tinged with sleep the same way Gen's is. ]
Gray's tougher than she looks.
[ No doubt she would have turned as red as a tomato, but she would have trucked on through regardless. It's a nice thought thought, all of them clustered close to the dying embers of their campfire, huddled like an actual family might be instead of a ragtag trio brought together by circumstance. It's certainly a thought that sends him drifting towards sleepytime, his consciousness less and less aware of the creaks rattling through the apartment building and the light snores that occasionally permeate though the air.
It's only until extra weight slings itself over his chest that his consciousness struggles back up from the depths, desperately trying to prepare itself for sudden trouble. Blearily, he blinks and turns his head over—only to be met with a noseful of Gen's hair when it turns out that Gen is right there. Huh.
The truth of the matter is that his sleep-hazed mind is simply too tired to do anything with this revelation that Gen is a cuddler in his sleep. It's not like he's being suffocated in his sleep, or he's being forced into uncomfortable positions. Why bother doing anything about this when it's not actually impacting him in any way? Dimly, the fleeting thought of this is kind of cute, actually, floats through his mind, and then he's turning his head back over and letting sleep claim him again.
In an ideal world, they'd sleep like this until daybreak. Unfortunately, Gen's shitty apartment and shitty furniture are simply not equipped to handle two grown men, and it's somewhere around the wee hours of 2 AM that Gen's bedframe finally gives out, its already short life expectancy snapped in half in the same manner it itself snaps, sending the mattress (along with both men sprawled atop it) plummeting to the floor. ]
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Most of Gen's drowsy mumble goes unheeded, in one (oversized) ear and out the other, Eustace trying to wiggle his way into a more comfortable position on the bed. (Spoilers: there is none.) Cramped space aside, the heat that emanates off Gen's body is a nice ward against the evening chill, and enough to slowly spread a drowsy languidness throughout his own body.
His eyes drift closed, though his mind is only slightly fuzzy at the corners. His voice too is quieter, though not yet tinged with sleep the same way Gen's is. ]
Gray's tougher than she looks.
[ No doubt she would have turned as red as a tomato, but she would have trucked on through regardless. It's a nice thought thought, all of them clustered close to the dying embers of their campfire, huddled like an actual family might be instead of a ragtag trio brought together by circumstance. It's certainly a thought that sends him drifting towards sleepytime, his consciousness less and less aware of the creaks rattling through the apartment building and the light snores that occasionally permeate though the air.
It's only until extra weight slings itself over his chest that his consciousness struggles back up from the depths, desperately trying to prepare itself for sudden trouble. Blearily, he blinks and turns his head over—only to be met with a noseful of Gen's hair when it turns out that Gen is right there. Huh.
The truth of the matter is that his sleep-hazed mind is simply too tired to do anything with this revelation that Gen is a cuddler in his sleep. It's not like he's being suffocated in his sleep, or he's being forced into uncomfortable positions. Why bother doing anything about this when it's not actually impacting him in any way? Dimly, the fleeting thought of this is kind of cute, actually, floats through his mind, and then he's turning his head back over and letting sleep claim him again.
In an ideal world, they'd sleep like this until daybreak. Unfortunately, Gen's shitty apartment and shitty furniture are simply not equipped to handle two grown men, and it's somewhere around the wee hours of 2 AM that Gen's bedframe finally gives out, its already short life expectancy snapped in half in the same manner it itself snaps, sending the mattress (along with both men sprawled atop it) plummeting to the floor. ]