count on me

inside

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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boredom has its dirty little claws wrapped tightly around the cortex of sapnap's brain and it dares to scratch at it just to find a little entertainment.

he was supposed to be working on some code for a youtube video but somehow his laptop has ended up discarded three feet away on the other end of the couch and its place on his lap has been taken by patches, who is curled up so cutely and taking all of the ravenette's attention.

she's laying with her body slanted as she slides into the gap between his legs, perfectly at peace as she sleeps whilst receiving continuous gentle strokes from the ravenette.

he doesn't even know how he got to this point, but he really should be coding or editing or doing the washing up or something. anything but staring at nothing and letting his hand move automatically over the ball of fluff.

he's going to do work again, the ravenette tries to convince himself, because he really does have to.

he just needs some time to prepare himself, mentally.

sapnap takes a breath, getting ready to reach out and grab his laptop once more. he could reach it from here easily and put it on his knees to work so he wouldn't even have to obstruct patches' peace.

he's going to do it. really, he needs to.

in: 3, 2, 1...

he doesn't move.

the ravenette groans, throwing his head back against the couch. he stares up at the ceiling with a bored sigh.

he decides to try again. he's got this.

in: 3, 2-

"hey sap."

well... never mind.

the ravenette smiles at his excuse to not move, looking over at dream as the blond walks over to him. "hey," he replies, watching dream sit down on the other couch. "what's up?"

"not much," dream dismisses, looking off to the side. a short moment passes before he looks back, saying, "uhm, actually sap, can i talk to you?"

sapnap feels his brows furrow. his immediate thought is that dream is kicking him out and he's just surprised that it's happening so soon.

"it's nothing bad," the blond assures, clearly having seen the worry in sapnap's expression.

"uh, yeah okay," sapnap nods as he swallows, trying to seem casual as he looks down at patches. he doesn't like how easily dream can read his face. "go ahead."

"george and i were talking the other night," he starts, shuffling back on the couch as if he was getting comfortable. he folds one leg so his ankle sits on the opposite knee and sapnap pointedly ignores how hot his friend looks like that. "and we wanted to ask you about something."

of course. sapnap wants to laugh. of course they were already at the point where they went by 'we'. they're already at the time in their relationship where they can speak for one another, as if they're one.