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[There was no sun shining brightly against his face to make him wake up.
There was no sound to interrupt his sleep.
There was simply nothing there that could really awaken Mike then, so he turns in his bed, rests his back against the wall it's set against, and tugs the body pillow closer to him. It's warm.
He likes warmth.]
There was no sound to interrupt his sleep.
There was simply nothing there that could really awaken Mike then, so he turns in his bed, rests his back against the wall it's set against, and tugs the body pillow closer to him. It's warm.
He likes warmth.]
[Said pillow squirms in his sleep, which probably is a good sign that it isn't, in fact, a pillow.
It's not enough to completely wake Chuck up from his sleep though; they did end up falling asleep very late, even for Chuck's standards. He whines a little, scooting back on the bed and closer to Mike, lazily trying to tug the covers up a little.]
It's not enough to completely wake Chuck up from his sleep though; they did end up falling asleep very late, even for Chuck's standards. He whines a little, scooting back on the bed and closer to Mike, lazily trying to tug the covers up a little.]
[It is, in fact, warmer under the covers, so Mike scoots a little lower, burying his nose into the cotton of the case - or, in this case, of Chuck's shirt - and the rest of his body into the shelter and heat.
The squirm was foreign, and so was the whine, but he pays little mind to it.
Not when he was sleeping so soundly.]
The squirm was foreign, and so was the whine, but he pays little mind to it.
Not when he was sleeping so soundly.]
[Mike's nose against his back draws a tiny noise out of Chuck, one that would have been a giggle if he wasn't yawning and muffling his own mouth against the covers.]
Mikeyy... [Chuck whines again, eyes still closed as he swats a hand back at Mike, without any effort or motivation to it whatsoever.]
Mikeyy... [Chuck whines again, eyes still closed as he swats a hand back at Mike, without any effort or motivation to it whatsoever.]
[His name is enough to wake him up. He can endure sounds and abstract noise but his name was something that always brought him back to surface, no matter how soft it's uttered.
He opens his eyes to find a lean back flaring into wide shoulders and himself surrounded with the warmth of the bed and Chuck's scent.
Well.
That feels like home.
He stretches, poking his head under the covers and setting his back against the wall again - oh. cold.]
Hey, Chuckles.
He opens his eyes to find a lean back flaring into wide shoulders and himself surrounded with the warmth of the bed and Chuck's scent.
Well.
That feels like home.
He stretches, poking his head under the covers and setting his back against the wall again - oh. cold.]
Hey, Chuckles.
[Same can't be said about Chuck, who, at the mention of his name, just drags himself further down under the covers, turning so that he's lying on his stomach but at the same time facing Mike.
He yawns and rubs his eyes, but doesn't open them just yet. He likes this sleepy state, right before he wakes up fully, when he can only feel the warmth coming from the other body, toes touching his feet just barely.]
Morning.
He yawns and rubs his eyes, but doesn't open them just yet. He likes this sleepy state, right before he wakes up fully, when he can only feel the warmth coming from the other body, toes touching his feet just barely.]
Morning.
[Mike rubs his cheek against the pillow, grinning sleepily.
] G'morning.
[His foot wiggles against Chuck's toes. He looks visibly content: It's a rare moment when he has to relax with his friend like this, even if they spend so much time together.
They were worry-free, for the moment.] Sleep well?
] G'morning.
[His foot wiggles against Chuck's toes. He looks visibly content: It's a rare moment when he has to relax with his friend like this, even if they spend so much time together.
They were worry-free, for the moment.] Sleep well?
Wasn't done... [But then you decided I was a pillow so I guess much can't be done now, right?
Very reluctantly, he opens his eyes to look at Mike with a sigh. His vision is blurry and his voice is drowsy, but it's alright. No matter for how little or how long, he always sleeps well when it's in Mike's room. Like he's some kind of cuddly dreamcatcher that keeps nightmares at bay. (He thinks of the cuddling as an added bonus, so no complaints on that either.)]
But yeah, I did. You?
Very reluctantly, he opens his eyes to look at Mike with a sigh. His vision is blurry and his voice is drowsy, but it's alright. No matter for how little or how long, he always sleeps well when it's in Mike's room. Like he's some kind of cuddly dreamcatcher that keeps nightmares at bay. (He thinks of the cuddling as an added bonus, so no complaints on that either.)]
But yeah, I did. You?
[Another stretch, or hunch, as he makes the muscles of his shoulders tense and extend for a moment with a sigh.] My bad.
[Hooking an arm under the pillow, he smiles a little wider at the reply. It worried him that Chuck didn't get much sleep lately, especially when he needs it the most. His brain went through miles an hour every single day, and really, such an overworked head should rest.
He's glad he found at least some tranquility here.] Me, too.
[Hooking an arm under the pillow, he smiles a little wider at the reply. It worried him that Chuck didn't get much sleep lately, especially when he needs it the most. His brain went through miles an hour every single day, and really, such an overworked head should rest.
He's glad he found at least some tranquility here.] Me, too.
Can we just not get out of here. Ever. [He offers, muffled from behind the covers. It's not like it's cold outside, but the air still feels unpleasant against his hand and the exposed half of his head.]
Let's just skip a day. Whatever, I'm sure the others wouldn't notice. [He groans a bit, rubs his nose against the pillow and lets his face bury into the fabric.]
Let's just skip a day. Whatever, I'm sure the others wouldn't notice. [He groans a bit, rubs his nose against the pillow and lets his face bury into the fabric.]
Not sure about tha--[a yawn, the laziest of yawns ever to be seen in Mike Chilton's face. He laughs at the strength of it when it's done, eyebrows arching]. You promised Julie you'd work on her cloning system, right?
[Not that he'd really mind staying there, either. Chuck looked really comfortable there, and as much as Mike throws him off that area, to see him so happy in it kind of makes him want to let him stay there.] But I think we can stay for a couple more hours.
[Not that he'd really mind staying there, either. Chuck looked really comfortable there, and as much as Mike throws him off that area, to see him so happy in it kind of makes him want to let him stay there.] But I think we can stay for a couple more hours.
I did... [He sorta wants to kick himself for that promise right then. Instead he covers himself up completely, only leaving strands of blond hair to rest over the pillow. He nods and replies, again slurred and yawned out, from under the bedsheets.]
Great idea, Mike. Liking that plan. Let's... Yeahhhmmm.
Great idea, Mike. Liking that plan. Let's... Yeahhhmmm.
[He reaches to tug lightly at the strands slipping out from the covers.] Pretty sure she isn't in a hurry, though.
[He drapes his arm on the bundle that is Chuck's form underneath the covers. He at least hopes that there won't be any alarms any time soon.] Think you can sleep a bit more?
[He drapes his arm on the bundle that is Chuck's form underneath the covers. He at least hopes that there won't be any alarms any time soon.] Think you can sleep a bit more?
Yeah, but he sooner I finish... Texas also wanted me to - and I quote - 'do some nerdy thing' on his car.
[He scoots closer, curling up a bit as he shakes his head. He knows himself well enough to know that once he's awake enough, he won't be able to fall back asleep. When his brain starts thinking up the things he has to do, then there's no point in even trying.] No. But this is nice.
[He scoots closer, curling up a bit as he shakes his head. He knows himself well enough to know that once he's awake enough, he won't be able to fall back asleep. When his brain starts thinking up the things he has to do, then there's no point in even trying.] No. But this is nice.
[Mike chuckles at the quote and shakes his head, smiling fondly.] Apparently it has to do with his propellant. Something about synchronizing? [He had heard Dutch trying to translate Texasese into English because it had been the one thing he had been concerned about in his car.
Aside from katana propellers that could cut things and make Stronghorn fly.
He sees the slight scoot towards him and scoots himself, arm that had been lying randomly on the burrito that was Chuck hooking his slightly to help him move and tug him a little closer. He rests his chin on the tug of what is probably Chuck's head, plus blanket.] Hm. Yes it is.
Aside from katana propellers that could cut things and make Stronghorn fly.
He sees the slight scoot towards him and scoots himself, arm that had been lying randomly on the burrito that was Chuck hooking his slightly to help him move and tug him a little closer. He rests his chin on the tug of what is probably Chuck's head, plus blanket.] Hm. Yes it is.
So Texas's-- [A tiny mewled breath as he stretches his back] -- propellant's gonna have to wait.
[He stays like that for a little while, but eventually pulls the covers down with his hand until his head is poking out, then moves his arm to rest over Mike's side.] Can't breathe.
[He stays like that for a little while, but eventually pulls the covers down with his hand until his head is poking out, then moves his arm to rest over Mike's side.] Can't breathe.
[A snicker, and a hand comes up to pinch lightly at Chuck's nose.] What, the air ended down there? How did that happen?
[Because the better thing to do aside from chilling in bed with his best friend, is to tease him just a little.]
[Because the better thing to do aside from chilling in bed with his best friend, is to tease him just a little.]
Hm, I like it here. [He stops the pinching and curls up a little, relaxing.] Warm and toasty.
[He thinks about those words for a second.] We could have toast for breakfast, too.
... or... what's that thing called before lunch...
[He thinks about those words for a second.] We could have toast for breakfast, too.
... or... what's that thing called before lunch...
That's it, yeah!
[Though Chuck places a good point. They had gone to sleep amazingly late working into last minute arrangements and then, too wired from work, talked their way to Mike's room and onto his bed without much of a second thought.
They had probably fallen asleep still talking or replying with absent hums.]
[He reaches for Chuck's wrist, to stop him from summoning a hologram.] No cheating and checking. I think Texas would've banged onto the door if it's past lunch. You know how he insists about meals being a group thing.
[Though Chuck places a good point. They had gone to sleep amazingly late working into last minute arrangements and then, too wired from work, talked their way to Mike's room and onto his bed without much of a second thought.
They had probably fallen asleep still talking or replying with absent hums.]
[He reaches for Chuck's wrist, to stop him from summoning a hologram.] No cheating and checking. I think Texas would've banged onto the door if it's past lunch. You know how he insists about meals being a group thing.
I wasn't gonna! [...except his other hand was already pulling away from its resting place over Mike to pull up a screen.
Well. Fine, he can manage not knowing the time. He relaxes his arm again, giving up on the idea as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Mike's collarbone.] Yeah... you're right. Let's just stay in until he comes knocking.
Well. Fine, he can manage not knowing the time. He relaxes his arm again, giving up on the idea as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Mike's collarbone.] Yeah... you're right. Let's just stay in until he comes knocking.
[Mike was about to shake his head in good-nature at Chuck's claim, but the pressure through his shirt of his forehead stops him, eyebrows arched and the smile slipping away just for a second before it comes back, a little deeper, a little fonder. Mike tucks the rest of Chuck's blanketed torso under his arm, wiggling and getting comfortable.] Sounds like the best plan.
[And that's how he'll stay, eyes closed and resting, soft breaths against Mike's skin.
Well, except for the arm weighting on Mike; before Chuck realizes, he's thinking up plans and ideas, thoughts on the things he needs to do that day, his hand casually accompanying his mind by drawing against the wall behind Mike, without Chuck even realizing he's doing it.]
Well, except for the arm weighting on Mike; before Chuck realizes, he's thinking up plans and ideas, thoughts on the things he needs to do that day, his hand casually accompanying his mind by drawing against the wall behind Mike, without Chuck even realizing he's doing it.]
[He feels the tilt of Chuck's wrist shifting with each curve and angle, the weight of it moving forward and back, lower and higher. It figures that Chuck was already restless. He's capable of thinking the various ways of frying an egg in the blink of an eye.
He doesn't really do anything to stop him.] Pizza for your thoughts?
He doesn't really do anything to stop him.] Pizza for your thoughts?
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