Freaks

17- 3 Out Of 4

A/N~ Kai's room kinda^
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Malakai sits on the edge of his bed, watching his clock, waiting for 10 pm to roll around. Aster sits across his room in a saucer chair, her eyelids vividly growing heavier as her head leans farther to the side. Malakai sees it, shuffles only a few steps to reach her, and pats the drooping side of her face.

"I suggest you sleep in the bed." He says, towering over the chair.

She barely opens her eyes at him, "Plastic is comfortable, thanks."

He looks her up and down as she stretches her arms, folds them, and closes her eyes.

"You're gonna get a neck cramp." He continues, "I would know. I get one every time I sleep on that thing. It's the worst."

She blows a laugh of air through her nose, "No wonder it smells like you."

He narrows his eyes, "I don't stink."

"No, you don't." She mutters, half asleep.

He observes her for a long few seconds, rationalizing if he should just keep her there. But a better excuse appears and he shakes his head, "But my bed smells more like me. A lot more plasticy."

She opens one eye fully and the other halfway, she looks at him with aggravation, "Why do you care if I get a neck cramp?"

"Because we're leaving in four hours to do...god only knows what and we have to be prepared. Not complaining about having a neck cramp."

She sighs. Then finally agrees, she shoves him away from the chair so she can hunch-walk and fall onto his bed, crinkling over towards the wall.

Malakai shoves her over more so he can sit where he sat before. So he can watch the clock again. His mind runs rampant over bad thoughts, continuing to think of Alice and Spaulding. He could read that note over and over to make sure he didn't miss something or pass a hidden message or secret. Something that was telling them what they're going to say or what they're going to do.

It all goes away when Aster rolls over halfway and speaks softly, "Are you scared?"

"No." He doesn't move his head, "I'm worried."

She lays on her back completely, "About what?"

"Us."

She gives him a sorry stare at the back of his head. She watches as his eyes follow the long hand on the clock. The back of her hand slaps the pillow beside her, "Lay down. You're over there talking about being prepared and you're the one stressing yourself out."

He finally turns and blinks with a hazy expression.

"Now." She demands, "I can't sleep if you're sitting like that."

He follows his head to his pillow along with the rest of his body as he faces his ceiling and rubs his hands over his face.

Aster shifts over to the wall for more room, "I don't think it'll be anything crazy. I think Raymond is an okay person, he might know right from wrong...unlike some people."

He pauses in thought above him, "You know what could be useful?" He turns to her, "What if we did something where we could communicate without actually talking?"