[ flat shrugs when cu asks, looking somewhat meek for a second as he lets that slight discomfort go through him. he makes his way to the bed, sitting down on the side that’s been cleared for him.
he considers cu for a moment, giving him a flash of an empty smile before sighing dramatically. ]
Don’t be surprised if I try to kick you off though! I bet I even bite in my sleep.
[ with a laugh, he settles into bed, pulling the covers all the way to his shoulders. ]
[ Berserker, of course, instantly sidles up closer to Flat; he's warm and the body contact enhances the feeling of their Bond. A pleasant pulse of magic flows between them as he rests his face against the back of Flat's neck. It's soothing and it feels different from his other two, more present and here...This is going to take some adjustment, certainly. ]
...Are you actually worried about that or are you just saying stupid things again?
[ flat laughs softly when asked, as if it weren’t obvious enough that he’s just being an idiot, out of habit more than anything else.
his body reacts to the magic from the bond, and any discomfort that he had instinctively felt quickly disappears into the pleasant pulse. and while flat does run warm, he feels even more comfortable now that cu is here with him.
perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea—like a pleased cat, he stretches, and relaxes. ]
[ It's not cruel, just resigned. He settles in and lets himself relax finally. The vulnerability he willingly displays is as much a sign of trust as their Bond. Sleeping next to someone like this is the ultimate sign of trust -- he can't protect himself when he's asleep, killing him would be trivial.
There's no more words from Berserker as he slips into sleep finally, his grip on Flat relaxing as his consciousness fades. He's comfortable and secure, a rarity in his life. ]
even as comfortable as he was, his mind was still going at a thousand miles per hour, with nothing but static noise in it and things he cannot always comprehend. he was not overwhelmed--it's simply how he was wired to be. even if aefenglom, so far away from america or the clock tower or monaco, parts of him still remained the same.
he stares at a few different spots fixedly for a couple hours, as berserker's gentle breathing slowly guides flat's mind to quiet down into a peaceful nothing. it's only then when his mind finally gives in to the exhaustion and falls asleep. ]
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[ flat shrugs when cu asks, looking somewhat meek for a second as he lets that slight discomfort go through him. he makes his way to the bed, sitting down on the side that’s been cleared for him.
he considers cu for a moment, giving him a flash of an empty smile before sighing dramatically. ]
Don’t be surprised if I try to kick you off though! I bet I even bite in my sleep.
[ with a laugh, he settles into bed, pulling the covers all the way to his shoulders. ]
Just don’t crush me in your sleep, okay?
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...Are you actually worried about that or are you just saying stupid things again?
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[ flat laughs softly when asked, as if it weren’t obvious enough that he’s just being an idiot, out of habit more than anything else.
his body reacts to the magic from the bond, and any discomfort that he had instinctively felt quickly disappears into the pleasant pulse. and while flat does run warm, he feels even more comfortable now that cu is here with him.
perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea—like a pleased cat, he stretches, and relaxes. ]
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[ It's not cruel, just resigned. He settles in and lets himself relax finally. The vulnerability he willingly displays is as much a sign of trust as their Bond. Sleeping next to someone like this is the ultimate sign of trust -- he can't protect himself when he's asleep, killing him would be trivial.
There's no more words from Berserker as he slips into sleep finally, his grip on Flat relaxing as his consciousness fades. He's comfortable and secure, a rarity in his life. ]
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even as comfortable as he was, his mind was still going at a thousand miles per hour, with nothing but static noise in it and things he cannot always comprehend. he was not overwhelmed--it's simply how he was wired to be. even if aefenglom, so far away from america or the clock tower or monaco, parts of him still remained the same.
he stares at a few different spots fixedly for a couple hours, as berserker's gentle breathing slowly guides flat's mind to quiet down into a peaceful nothing. it's only then when his mind finally gives in to the exhaustion and falls asleep. ]