[Noctis blinks at the pages once, twice. It’s a surprise, and yet it isn’t. He remembers, back when they had been fresh new broodmates, when she was sketching out his memories in a diner, during the chaos that was Shril. Faces rendered in both clear detail and gestural strokes.]
[ Don't telepathically mosh with alien punk bands, don't noisily bone the third broodmate, don't draw porn with his face. God, he's practically a dictator.
[ She makes a face at his retreating back, still glaring at him. If he thinks he's going to be sleeping he best be ready to have a bunch of paper footballs flicked at his head. ]
[ Mother... Hhh. She scuttles over to him surreptitiously to investigate his blanket barrier. It is impenetrable... She will have to change from ranged to melee offensive. So she just crawls on top of him and sprawls out. Excellent body pillow. ]
[And then there's an Annie shaped pressure on top of him, or at least, he can only assume so. He's in his blanket burrito right now, and he squirms around in retaliation. Good thing he isn't claustrophobic.]
[ Duh. Of course she's going to fixate on you now that you've taken her horny prince sketching rights from her. (As if. As-fucking-if.) She'll just pester the real thing. ]
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somnifacient) wrote2017-03-25 01:39 am
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Stick with those, then.
[A beat. He sets his jaw.]
Okay?
[Okay?!]
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[ Don't telepathically mosh with alien punk bands, don't noisily bone the third broodmate, don't draw porn with his face. God, he's practically a dictator.
She glowers at him. ]
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[He almost huffs, then grabs at his nearby nest of blankets, the spot that he's claimed for sleeping.]
I'm taking a nap.
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Seriously?!
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You're so whiny. Are you napping or sulking?
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[With a bit of squirming he manages to poke his head out from under the blankets. His hair is a mess, black strands falling in his face.]
-but it's kind of hard to do when you're trying to smother me.
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Haven't you ever heard about not going to bed angry?
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[A bully indeed! And Noctis was always the quiet kid who sat in the back of the classroom; this is clearly a clash of personalities.
Regardless, he's still trying to squirm out from under her.]
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Sorry I embarrassed you.
[ She's not though. Not even slightly sorry. ]
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I really don't think you're sorry at all.
[But in a temporary display of giving up, he just exhales loudly and lets his head fall back and hit his pillow.]
Are you gonna let me sleep or what?
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[ This is not an odd request at all, to catch the waves of his sleep. She rolls off of him, but mostly just to scootch in at his side. ]