[ Well. This bedframe probably wasn't long for this world, anyway.
The only warning the two of them get is the sound of the bedframe giving a low creak in complaint, then after a dreadful moment of silence, the mattress crashes to the floor. It's briefly bent into a V-shape as the two halves of the bedframe on either end struggle to remain upright -- then those halves are also pushed out from under the mattress' weight, sent clattering to the floor as the mattress ends up flattening out straight on the floor once more.
Of course, even an exhausted teenager can't just sleep through all that racket. Gen does start awake with an undignified grunt, his arm winding marginally tighter around Eustace's midriff as he raises his head and tries to make some sense of what's going on.
But as soon as all that jostling and movement stops -- he decides he doesn't care enough to try and figure things out. It's still dark, the only light in the apartment seeping in from outside past the shitty, ratty curtains, and the sounds of late-night partying from outside still a steady drone. Daybreak's not due for a few hours, right? And he doesn't have any courier jobs lined up for tomorrow morning. Like hell he's sacrificing his precious, precious sleep. ]
Whatever... [ So after a sleepy blink, he closes his eyes once more. That arm wound around Eustace's body pulls tight, and Gen sighs as he nuzzles against that warmth. With his brain still largely paralyzed by sleep, he isn't thinking at all when he nuzzles into the tantalizing warmth of Eustace's shoulder again; his tone of voice is languid and almost affectionate. ] Let's go back to sleep.
[ And then -- was that a kiss? That sure was a sleepy little kiss he pressed against Eustace's shoulder, muscle memory dictating that the only people he'd ever cuddle with this are his girlfriends, and thus worth granting that little token of affection for.
For better or for worse, Gen simply sinks back into the mattress again, snoring softly within moments. Have fun thinking about that one, Eustace. ]
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The only warning the two of them get is the sound of the bedframe giving a low creak in complaint, then after a dreadful moment of silence, the mattress crashes to the floor. It's briefly bent into a V-shape as the two halves of the bedframe on either end struggle to remain upright -- then those halves are also pushed out from under the mattress' weight, sent clattering to the floor as the mattress ends up flattening out straight on the floor once more.
Of course, even an exhausted teenager can't just sleep through all that racket. Gen does start awake with an undignified grunt, his arm winding marginally tighter around Eustace's midriff as he raises his head and tries to make some sense of what's going on.
But as soon as all that jostling and movement stops -- he decides he doesn't care enough to try and figure things out. It's still dark, the only light in the apartment seeping in from outside past the shitty, ratty curtains, and the sounds of late-night partying from outside still a steady drone. Daybreak's not due for a few hours, right? And he doesn't have any courier jobs lined up for tomorrow morning. Like hell he's sacrificing his precious, precious sleep. ]
Whatever... [ So after a sleepy blink, he closes his eyes once more. That arm wound around Eustace's body pulls tight, and Gen sighs as he nuzzles against that warmth. With his brain still largely paralyzed by sleep, he isn't thinking at all when he nuzzles into the tantalizing warmth of Eustace's shoulder again; his tone of voice is languid and almost affectionate. ] Let's go back to sleep.
[ And then -- was that a kiss? That sure was a sleepy little kiss he pressed against Eustace's shoulder, muscle memory dictating that the only people he'd ever cuddle with this are his girlfriends, and thus worth granting that little token of affection for.
For better or for worse, Gen simply sinks back into the mattress again, snoring softly within moments. Have fun thinking about that one, Eustace. ]