[ How the fuck does Gen just go straight back to sleep after all that? Man, must be nice to have a relatively comfortable upbringing, where sudden loud sounds aren't a sign of impending danger.
The mattress slams onto the ground and Eustace snaps awake at the noise, one hand pressing against the mattress in a reflexive shove upright. Except he doesn't get too far, the tightened grip of Gen's arm around his waist keeping him largely stapled in place. There isn't any abrupt movement nearby that he can sense anyway, the apartment largely peaceful outside of the usual background noise of Kowloon.
So he sinks back into the mattress, head turning automatically to make sure Gen's alright despite the kerfluffle. (Though why wouldn't he be??) It ends up being a bad move; his eyesight adjusts just enough and just in time to catch the the way Gen's head moves sleepily forward to
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There's a brief moment where his mind goes blank, not from sleep but from simple shock. Not so much at the kiss, though arguably two kisses in one night from Gen is unprecedented as hell, but at the casual affection on full display. It would be cute if it weren't all directed at him and if he weren't presumably some sort of stand-in girlfriend. (Because surely that's what this has to be??) Unlike before, there's no room to slide away between the arm still draped over him and Gen's face mashed into his shoulder.
He thinks about saying something, or even forcibly shoving Gen away, but his mind remains empty on the former and there's literally no room to do the latter unless he wants to end up on the floor, so he's left where he is, still on his back and staring tiredly up at the ceiling as the sound of partying echoes through the thin windows.
It takes him a long time to fall back asleep after that. Someone's going to wake up with circles under their eyes in a few hours. ]
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The mattress slams onto the ground and Eustace snaps awake at the noise, one hand pressing against the mattress in a reflexive shove upright. Except he doesn't get too far, the tightened grip of Gen's arm around his waist keeping him largely stapled in place. There isn't any abrupt movement nearby that he can sense anyway, the apartment largely peaceful outside of the usual background noise of Kowloon.
So he sinks back into the mattress, head turning automatically to make sure Gen's alright despite the kerfluffle. (Though why wouldn't he be??) It ends up being a bad move; his eyesight adjusts just enough and just in time to catch the the way Gen's head moves sleepily forward to
,
There's a brief moment where his mind goes blank, not from sleep but from simple shock. Not so much at the kiss, though arguably two kisses in one night from Gen is unprecedented as hell, but at the casual affection on full display. It would be cute if it weren't all directed at him and if he weren't presumably some sort of stand-in girlfriend. (Because surely that's what this has to be??) Unlike before, there's no room to slide away between the arm still draped over him and Gen's face mashed into his shoulder.
He thinks about saying something, or even forcibly shoving Gen away, but his mind remains empty on the former and there's literally no room to do the latter unless he wants to end up on the floor, so he's left where he is, still on his back and staring tiredly up at the ceiling as the sound of partying echoes through the thin windows.
It takes him a long time to fall back asleep after that. Someone's going to wake up with circles under their eyes in a few hours. ]