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🎨 Wally Darling in: Sleep? 😴

Scenario: Wally spends the night at your house when it rains, and it is here you learn sleep doesn't come naturally to him. Literally.

Note: I've read somewhere [or at least suspect] that Wally doesn't sleep. I like to think it's because he doesn't know how, but I'm probably wrong-
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"Gosh... it's raining cats and dogs out there."

You muttered to yourself, watching from your window as heavy rain pelted against the landscape. Thankfully the rainfall wasn't hard enough to be torrential in anyway, but just enough to not only drench someone entirely, but enough to make the mud and rocks around your home slippery. On top of that, the dark storm clouds overhead had obscured the moon's light, casting the forest in near complete darkness.

While you weren't a stranger to thunderstorms, you weren't used to seeing such a gloomy sight in an otherwise bright and colorful scenery.

"Cats and dogs?"

A calm voice drawled behind you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Wally approaching slowly. His head was tilted, peering out the window you stood in front of, confusion evident in his eyes. "...But I don't see any cats or dogs out there..."

"It's just a metaphor, silly. It means it's raining really hard." You chuckled softly turning to fully face him, your smile fading to a look of curious concern. "I'm glad I managed to find you in time. What were you doing so far away from the neighborhood anyway?"

"Ha ha," Wally gave a shy, monotonous laugh and unconsciously itched behind his head looking to his feet. "I was trying to look for a new muse to paint... I didn't know the woods were so deep." His smile dimmed subtly, his face now showing concern. "I hope home isn't too worried."

"Oh, don't worry! Tomorrow when the storm clears, we'll explain what happened!" You assured cheerfully, placing a paw on his head. "I'm sure he'll understand."

He looked up, his usual drowsy smile widening with warmth. "Thank you again for letting me stay the night, fluffy neighbor."

"Oh, its no trouble! I love a good sleepover!" You patted his head lightly, careful not to mess up his pompadour. "Are you comfy with my PJs though?"

Wally looks down at the (color) night shirt you had offered him. It hung loosely on his small body, looking like more of a gown than a shirt. "A tad big." He spread his arms so he can see the (color) (shape) on the chest. "But I like it."

You smiled with relief and motioned you to follow him. "Come on, let's get to bed."

As you walked to your bedroom, Wally stood for a moment before following you.
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"Do you have enough room, Wally?" You scooted over slightly. Even though the bed was just big enough for two, Wally was pressed quite closely into your side. "Are you sure you don't want me to sleep on the couch?"

"No, I like this better. You're really fuzzy and warm. Like Barnaby." He answered, pressing himself into you. "And you smell nice."

"Oh..!" You were mildly taken aback by the bluntness of Wally's reply, but chose to view it positively. "Thank you... well then... goodnight, Wally."

"Goodnight, (Name)."

You sighed softly, shutting your eyes letting yourself succumb to--

"...I'm sleeping... I'm sleeping... I'm sleeping..."

Your eyes opened, as you heard a soft whispering break the relatively quiet atmosphere. It was so soft you nearly thought you were hearing things, but straining your ears over the patter of rain, you managed to make out the words yet again.