You know how there’s some videos of two cats cutely sleeping together? One starts to move and the other pulls it impossibly closer and then they settle down to start snoozing away again, all smushed up together and just fucking cute?
I had a lil HC that that’s Billy smushing Steve into his chest when Steve starts to shuffle even an inch away. Steve whines just a little but then he sighs so contently once he’s settled and has his face nestled in Billy’s (very comfortable) boobies. Then they start snoring away again.
Billy wants to turn over? He’s dragging Steve right the hell with him. Tucking that boy so close against his chest. Sighing out a half asleep, ‘C’mere, baby.’ While rolling them both over- And Steve just doesn’t even complain because he adores being wrapped up in Billy’s arms. In his warmth. He’d take that a million times over than having to sleep alone again.
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the mystery of the sleeping arrangements in kiryu's hotel room have been making me insane since IW dropped, so
in eng sub kiryu says they'll play jan ken for the floor, but in jp he specifically says that they'll use it to decide who gets the bed (誰がベッドを使うかは後でジャンケンだ)
initially my assumption was that they just inexplicably did not consider the couches sleepworthy enough and were choosing to crash on the floor instead, but this seems to not be the case, just more of the usual bafflingly pointless localization choices.
tomi takes the bed after that lol
and then chitose joins up with them, and since there are only 2 couches, it either means somebody actually is sleeping on the floor, or they've got to share the bed
we don't see where ichi was sleeping, but it seems like both couches are empty, and tomi is walking over from behind the couch, from the direction of the little alcove where the bed is. assuming chitose did actually stay the night, that'd mean she and ichi took the couches, while tomi and kiryu shared the bed
...but the wonky localization coupled with all of this implies that their sleeping arrangement looks like
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i can't write any RP replies or asks to save my life rn but i've been working on writing outside of that orz
anyway decided to add yet another wildly self-indulgent scenario to the ploffskin pluffskin sequel, featuring my favorite trope: characters telling stories to each other
Natori had once told him a story. Not about himself, of course— he quite rarely did that. But one he recalled from when he was young, one told to him by the faintly-recalled ghosts of his parents, and so it had felt to Claudius quite excitingly private all the same.
“A spoiled child,” he had explained in a way that almost read as shy. “One who was born with all of his nerve endings outside of his body. They would trail behind him like a wedding train.”
“Is that possible..?” Claudius had mumbled.
“I don’t believe so.”
It was a new nanny, Natori had then gone on to describe, who could not abide the child’s nasty behavior and unending, critical demands, for he had hitherto been treated with the utmost of care and indulgence and understood nothing of other peoples’ feelings and limitations. Finally, overcome with exasperation, she stomped upon the exposed nerves for all the frustration she had in her, even going so far as to chase the poor thing from room to room. In the morning, the child’s nerve endings had receded, back to where they had always belonged. He was cured.
But Claudius had balked.
“I’d fire her! Or worse!”
“Oh, there’s no defense for her temper, certainly,” Natori had agreed with a sort of helpless laugh. “But treating him as a delicate glass ornament hadn’t helped him much, either, had it? He couldn’t play as other children did, or grow as they did. He had nothing to do but to lie in bed as still as he could— afraid— and dwell only on his own potential pain.”
Claudius had thought about that for some time, long enough for Natori to get nervous.
“...what are you thinking, sire..?” He’d eventually asked, and it had struck Claudius as quite novel at the time, in a way he couldn’t fully describe.
“I’m thinking it still must’ve hurt a lot,” he had answered.
“Undoubtedly. Certainly there must have been a better way.” And Claudius had breathed a sigh of relief, somewhere, at that agreement. When Natori had spoken again, he had sounded rather tellingly sleepy. “Sometimes a second hurt is necessary, though, after the first one.”
“How do you figure?”
Natori had inhaled quietly, shifting only so much that he could curl more comfortably against his companion’s arm. Claudius had noticed him looking up to him in a way that seemed rather sweet, but knowing. Sly. The sleepiness was still there but the grey cat was fighting it. “Do you know how pearls are made, Claudius?”
Claudius had narrowed his eyes at him, only a little, not in suspicion or annoyance but in distant confusion.
Once, some time ago, he’d have had little patience for this apparent non sequitur, even from Natori, whom he’d always assumed to have showered with a generous amount of the virtue (although now having had a small taste of true patience, he’d realized his own misjudgment. At the time, he’d wondered also if Natori could tell the difference.) Then, however, in that warm but liminal napping time, lazing halfway in the sun and halfway under a broken slab of the castle, he’d felt only a faint curiosity over what the other cat’s point would ultimately be.
“How are pearls made?”
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