[ He picks a corner, kicks a few puppets out, because what did he say about piles especially piles of puppets that is not a thing he is sleeping in ever and stuffs his ass into it. Because he is not taking the bed, and he is equally not leaving his plush rump unguarded for a moment. ]
Whatever, man, I'm beat.
[ It'll be just like sleeping in the apartment back in Houston. Except with considerably less bed and more angled ass in the morning. ]
[God why. They're stuck alone with all these puppets and Cal. Sleep is a distant memory and he can't even think for a second why he wanted to doze. Even with Dirk not present he trusts Cal about like most people hold faith in a burning car not exploding.
He'll just slip up towards the ceiling and get the full scope of the room from above. Yeah. Bird's eye view.]
[He waits a short while, makes a trip to the kitchen to grab enough for three, comes back all nice and quiet.
Aww. They're sleeping. One's sleeping in a corner on the ceiling with chin tucked downward and arms folded on his chest. His wings emit a soft orange glow--that's a nice touch. The other is scrunched in a corner on the floor with his head leaned against one of the walls, arms crossed but relaxed, and one leg tucked in the other's crook.
Sweet. He whips out his communicator and gets this on vlog.
Put it on the network? Don't be ridiculous. This is for his viewing pleasure only.]
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4/4.
Whatever, man, I'm beat.
[ It'll be just like sleeping in the apartment back in Houston. Except with considerably less bed and more angled ass in the morning. ]
1/2
He'll just slip up towards the ceiling and get the full scope of the room from above. Yeah. Bird's eye view.]
2/2
Why did he think this was a good idea?Corner of the ceiling found, butt placed in it. Maybe he'll float sleep.It's safe up here right.]Yeah. Welp. Going to catch a few winks.
[And pray he doesn't wake up to that laughing.]
Caw.
It's mouthbreathing creeper time.
Aww. They're sleeping. One's sleeping in a corner on the ceiling with chin tucked downward and arms folded on his chest. His wings emit a soft orange glow--that's a nice touch. The other is scrunched in a corner on the floor with his head leaned against one of the walls, arms crossed but relaxed, and one leg tucked in the other's crook.
Sweet. He whips out his communicator and gets this on vlog.
Put it on the network? Don't be ridiculous. This is for his viewing pleasure only.]
DONE WITH THIS SHIT 8D