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Nap Time (Pt. 1)

hi all, authors note here. before each story, I'll include a short paragraph providing what you'll be reading. for instance, this story has lots of fluff . nothing too explicit! anyhow, let's carry on! 

It was late afternoon, autumn had just begun, and the Grumps had been continuously recording new and improved videos over the course of three months. The office was filled with a cool breeze that swept under Arin's feet as he propped them up on the couch cushions beside him. His joints ached tiredly from the hours he and Dan had spent hunched over in their seats, eye burnt from the TV screen, and he figured maybe a nap would do him good. He checked his phone; Half past five in the afternoon, not bad. 

Napping was a frequent hobby the boys picked up during their time together, and sometimes, they'd share the same space. Whether this is curled up on a beanbag chair next to the TV or the couch that sat parallel, they somehow always found themselves asleep next to one another. This time, however, Arin was alone. Dan had stepped out for a breath of fresh air and to pick up some dinner, maybe swing by a shop to retrieve some alcohol. They had decided before he left that a fresh bottle of liquor for the evening wouldn't hurt anyone. 

Turning inward, Arin tucked his knees up into himself and pulled a small overthrow from off the back of the couch and onto his torso. It wasn't thick with wool like he would have preferred, but it was padded just enough to keep him comfortable. His shallow breaths warmed up space underneath the blanket and sent goosebumps rolling down his arms. Arin briefly wished he had switched the AC off before laying down, but he was too sleepy to get up and do it now. 

Time swiftly moved on as Arin slipped deeper into sleep, keeping his folded hands together underneath his scruffy chin and his forehead pressed against the back cushions. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of an AC unit in the far wall and what little music had been kept on from their previous recording session. It was blissful. 

What felt like only seconds later, Arin heard a familiar set of feet clop through the house and into the room in which he laid. He heard the sound of shuffling feet, paper bags crunching, and most importantly, the popping of plastic lids off containers of fresh food. Salvia lined Arins tongue as he unwound himself from his cocoon and inhaled the savory scents that wafted in from the other room. Dan was home, finally. 

"Arin," He called distantly, voice hoarse, "Come eat while it's still warm." 

Crossing into the other room, his feet bare on the tile floor, Arin yawned at the sight of Danny hunched over the small table fingering his way through the bags. He doesn't immediately look up, but once he does, Arin stands idly in the arching doorway. Dan's eyes are glossed over with restlessness and were tinted a bright shade of red as if he'd been crying, or perhaps staring at a screen with his best friend for hours. 

"What'd ya' pick up?" Arin asked curiously, digging his own way into a nearby bag. 

Dan lifts his head a bit more to toss ringlets of hair back on his head. "Chinese, I figured it'd be simple enough."

Driving his hand to the bottom of the soggy bag Arin retrieved a container of steamed vegetables and noodles. Not something of his fancy, so he sat it to the side for Dan to eat from. Eventually, he pulled a medium-sized plastic box that was full to the brim with his favorites. 

"God bless the Chinese buffet that always stays open later than it should."

hi! i know this was quite short but I am currently high off my ass on medicationand cannot proceed with writing until later! anywhom, I hope you enjoyed this first part :)