[ Damn, Eustace breaking Gen's bed and then Gen even keeping him up all night, not letting him get any sleep ... 😳
Anyway, Gen ends up sleeping great.
He'd be loathe to ever admit it out loud, but he's been touch-starved ever since being displaced from his hometown, thus losing easy access to his girlfriend. And while he's gotten a few spare moments of relief here and there, getting to cuddle someone throughout the night is an indulgent hit of stress relief that he hasn't had access to for some time, now. Not to mention the inherent comfort and warmth of having a living body-pillow to hold overnight, through the early morning chill of Kowloon's dawn.
So while dawn might find Eustace blinking awake to stare at the ceiling, bleary-eyed and disoriented from barely getting any rest, it also finds Gen getting some of the best sleep he has in a long time, hugging Eustace close. Basically spooning him as much as a man can spoon another man determined to lie flat on their back like a plank of wood -- arm wrapped over Eustace's chest, legs practically entwined against Eustace's, head tucked into the crook of Eustace's shoulder. Even the whippy length of his tail rests loosely against Eustace's ankle, the tip of twitching ever so slightly.
At least sunrise heralds the sounds of early-morning activity, the noises seeping in through the apartment's shitty insulation as the neighborhood slowly beings its usual antics. A particularly large thump from below -- several heavy crates behind put down, it sounds like -- earns a drowsy snuffle and a grunt from Gen, though he refuses to rouse just yet.
It does have one of those pointy ears of his flick right against Eustace's face, though, the slender tip of it tickling against his nose. ]
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Anyway, Gen ends up sleeping great.
He'd be loathe to ever admit it out loud, but he's been touch-starved ever since being displaced from his hometown, thus losing easy access to his girlfriend. And while he's gotten a few spare moments of relief here and there, getting to cuddle someone throughout the night is an indulgent hit of stress relief that he hasn't had access to for some time, now. Not to mention the inherent comfort and warmth of having a living body-pillow to hold overnight, through the early morning chill of Kowloon's dawn.
So while dawn might find Eustace blinking awake to stare at the ceiling, bleary-eyed and disoriented from barely getting any rest, it also finds Gen getting some of the best sleep he has in a long time, hugging Eustace close. Basically spooning him as much as a man can spoon another man determined to lie flat on their back like a plank of wood -- arm wrapped over Eustace's chest, legs practically entwined against Eustace's, head tucked into the crook of Eustace's shoulder. Even the whippy length of his tail rests loosely against Eustace's ankle, the tip of twitching ever so slightly.
At least sunrise heralds the sounds of early-morning activity, the noises seeping in through the apartment's shitty insulation as the neighborhood slowly beings its usual antics. A particularly large thump from below -- several heavy crates behind put down, it sounds like -- earns a drowsy snuffle and a grunt from Gen, though he refuses to rouse just yet.
It does have one of those pointy ears of his flick right against Eustace's face, though, the slender tip of it tickling against his nose. ]