unswerved | ic contact;

[ yata's got a lot of energy for someone so tiny, but today was just exhausting. having to kill jaunebot, and then working at all four places he works for took a lot of out him. he's fast asleep and is probably dreaming about something dumb. when the contact is made and when fushimi speaks, it takes a while for his senses to hear and feel it.

and in the end, he just lets out a grunt. no words come out of his mouth, nor does he open an eye to look at fushimi. sorry bro. ]

[Sorry nothin', he's getting woken up. Fushimi sighs, because even when he's not exhausted, Yata sleeps pretty hard. Despite his hesitation at first, he's now determined to follow through.

Fushimi presses harder, shaking with more enthusiasm.]

Misaki, you're in the way.

[ yeah, yeah... he's up now. and by up, he's got his eyes open and he can't see much in the dark, but he can at least see fushimi's silhouette. not to mention, there's that hand on his shoulder.

he groans at first. ]

What are you waking me up for? Is there a fire?

[Now that Yata is marginally awake, Fushimi withdraws his hand and just holds it awkwardly in the air before dropping it to his side.

Now's a good time to be mumbling, right? Because he's mumbling.]

I said it... you're in the way. So... you have to move.

Hah?

[ well, at least there isn't a fire.

he rolls a bit, leaving some space on the side of the bed where fushimi is. he's so sleepy and there's drool on his mouth but whatever. ]

You gonna sleep here?

[Even though Yata has moved now, he's still hesitant to actually take action. But there's no way Fushimi will allow himself to just stand here all night, either. With a very quiet tongue click, mostly for himself, Fushimi lifts the covers so that he can crawl into the bed.]

I want to.

[This is so awkward for him that he almost forgets to set his glasses on the small table next to the bed, but once he's safely huddled under the covers, he still doesn't know exactly what to do with himself.]

I'm sleeping here. [Obviously.]

[ yata's too tired to actually think about this. that this could be mistaken for something by somebody else, or how awkward fushimi probably feels. besides, they're best friends. it's not like they can't share beds.

he rolls again to face him, even though his eyes are closed. he's more awake now than he was earlier, though. there's still some drool by his cheek, though. ugh, isn't he the perfect man? ]

I can just sleep on the couch if you want, [ he offers, not intending on making fushimi more uncomfortable. ]

[If Yata were more awake or if Fushimi was better about articulating his feelings, he might be able to explain how upsetting it was to have to fight, to have to kill something wearing Yata's face. He might even tell Yata that he knew it didn't make any sense, but he wanted to make sure that Yata was safe for the night and this is what he came up with for now.

Rather than say anything like that, Fushimi manages to shift around until he's buried up to his shoulders under the blankets. He speaks very quietly, not looking at Yata, even if he can't see it.]

No... don't go anywhere.

Hah.

[ it's more of a squeak that comes out of him than a question or some kind of other noise, and he opens his eyes. the moonlight doesn't do much, but he can see fushimi's face clearer now than he did earlier. still, he feels as if nothing's wrong with this set up, while other people probably would.

he blinks a couple of times in wonder, and he shifts to rest his head on his arm.

if fushimi wanted to sleep, he sure isn't getting any any time soon because yata wants to talk now. ]

Something wrong?

[Sleep probably isn't going to happen any time soon for him anyway, but Fushimi was sort of hoping that Yata would just go back to sleep. He shakes his head slightly against the pillow.]

Earlier-- [Nope, it's pointless to focus on any what-ifs about what might have happened now that it's over.] I just... want to be near Misaki. I... [He pushes the covers away, sitting up and fumbling for his glasses.] I shouldn't have woken you up, nevermind.

[ he blinks in confusion again. this guy isn't making any sense again. and here he thought fushimi would start speaking to him in a way that he'd understand what he truly means.

it's difficult. fushimi's difficult, but yata's always been patient with him and is always willing to work things out.

he sits up, too. ]

Earlier? You mean the robots thing?

[Even though he's not being very clear, Fushimi is trying, but making an effort and making sense is asking a lot. He stops trying to leave, though, leaving his glasses on the table and folding his hands in front of him.]

Yeah... the robots thing. I didn't like it it. I don't like it. Having to go through things like that. [A bit of an understatement.] But we're both here still, so I know worrying about it is stupid.

[ well, he'd have a tough time trying to kill somebody with fushimi's face, too. he gets it. except yata's kind of bad at offering consolation, so all he says is-- ]

Yeah, it's over. So it's cool.

[He knows better than to expect any kind of long-winded speeches that are meant to be comforting. Yata's simple statement is just so him that Fushimi allows himself a small smile.]

Wise words, Misaki. [His tone is light, and he's not trying to mock Yata very much at all.]

[ except yata is dumb and is here to ruin the moment. ]

You making fun of me?

[of course he is.]

Your brain must still be asleep if you have to ask that kind of question. I wasn't, though. [He pauses. How can he not tease Yata now?] I'll wait until you're more awake for that.

Ah.

[ another squeak, and he uses his free hand to jab at fushimi's shoulders. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[Rude. Fushimi lets himself be prodded, if only because he isn't bothered too much by the jabbing.]

It means that there's no point in teasing someone who was very likely drooling in their sleep.

I wasn't—

[ he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to check. ah.... there is drool. ]

. . . You got me.

[It wasn't that much of a longshot, really. Of course he was drooling. Fushimi makes a noise that might actually be a quiet laugh.]

It's probably not a terrible idea to go back to sleep.

Yeah, alright.

[ and he shifts to face the other way.

now he feels weird. is fushimi comfortable? what is this guy thinking? he wants to know.

he's probably going to be up all night thinking about it. ]

[Two nerds, laying down and trying get set for sleep, no big deal. Fushimi fusses with the covers and settling down himself. He faces Yata's back, just laying quietly.

For a little while, at least. He speaks very quietly, just in case.]

... Are you still awake?

[ he's not sulking or anything, but yata mentioning the robots earlier made him think about jaune. it's not like he hasn't beaten up or killed anybody before, so it's really not bothering him, but he ends up thinking about it anyway. ]

Yeah.

[He knows he doesn't really have to say that he's willing to listen if Yata wants to talk, and he's also the last person that would have a right to say anything about anyone keeping things to themselves. There are times when venting just don't help that much. Even so, he should at least try.]

Will it help... talking about what's on your mind?

I'm not bothered, [ he says, shifting and fixing his pillow so he can almost sit up on the bed. ] just weirded out, I guess.

Didn't think I'd have to kill somebody here.

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