TOTCF content because my brain go brr

Sleepy.

Laughter and music filled the room. Cale's family were clinking beer glasses and wine glasses. Bud laughed, his face ever redder, before getting smacked on the back by an equally smiley,  Glenn. Ron, happy for the opportunity to drink, was in a drinking competiton with Taylor. Cage screamed in support, shaking the unfortinately sober Beacrox. The noise was loud and welcoming, familial and friendly. 

And then, as if a knife pierced through their aura, they all quieted down to silence hearing a stirring noise. Cale had brought his hands to his ears and said in the most tired voice, 

"Quiet down." 

They all watched the red head - hair tousled, shirt crumpled, and the most tired expression they had ever seen. Cale brought his head to the table and wrapped his arms around his head. Everyone's eyes turned to him, almost in disbelief, some even taking water to sober up.

Ron walked over to him, sobered up, and nudged his arms. "Young Master, you can't sleep here. Even though you rented the whole bar, you have a bed at home." He scolded gently, pushing his bangs out of his face with his warm gloved hands. "Come on, Young Master." Cale grabbed his hand and kept it on his head. 

"Young Master, wake up. We'll go home right now. Don't sleep here. Don't." He pulled his arm. His nagging grew incessant.  

"mm. but," Cale paused for so long that Ron almost thought he fell asleep again. "tired now..." Cale looked up, his eyes mooning and slightly smiling. Ron felt as if he went back fourteen years; eight-year-old Cale running out of social battery and clamping his arms around the nearest  trusted adult before nodding off against their leg. Whether it was Deruth, Jour or Ron, he would pout and stomp his feet before he goes to slam his head against their leg, indicating that it was bedtime. 

He pulled him up after shaking his head and snapping out of it. Cale stood up and fell onto Ron's shoulder. Ron was surprised. He never saw himself as a short person, but seeing Cale standing up, towering over him made him realise just how much time had passed since he saw that little kid, hiding behind his mother as Ron and Beacrox came looking for refuge. The short red-headed boy who peered up at the soot-covered father-and-son duo, clutching the skirts of his mother had grown. 

Ron held the back of Cale's head. "Young Master, you can't fall asleep on me. Don't make me carry you. ...No, Young Master, I'm not going to carry you. You're healthy for once, you can walk for once, use your legs. ...Young Master, no." 

—- 

He ended up carrying the lanky red-head to the carriage.

—-

Cale stumbled towards his bed, crawling onto the pillow. The Molans were readying themselves to go back to the Molan estate when they saw that. 

"WHA- HEY NO, YOUNG MASTER YOU CAN'T GO TO BED WITHOUT EATING!"

"Young master, what are you doing?! You can't sleep without eating or bathing."

"AND WITHOUT BATHING. DON'T WEAR YOUR OUTSIDE CLOTHING IN YOUR CLEAN BED."

Cale flinched at the yelling, before Ron pulled him to the bathroom. 

"Wash your hands, dinner is going to be ready soon." 

They said as they pushed Cale into his bathroom. He stood in surprise before rolling up his sleeves and pulling off his gloves. He turned on the water and put his hands under the water. He blinked slower, and watched the water blanket flow over his hands. He lent his head against the mirror, his hands resting in the sink and succumbed to sleep. 

Beacrox hurried quickly. He washed his hands and put on his black apron then made a feast-like dinner for the possibly sleepy, possibly drunk Cale. After an hour or so, he finished cooking and kept Choi Han from stealing any food or hurting his drunk ass. He held Choi Han back and wondered the Young Master was. 

Eruhaben went into the bathroom, and came back out with the half-asleep red head tossed over his shoulder. He then tossed him into the chair behind the dinner table and flicked Cale in the ear. 

"ow." He said, rubbing his ear, pouting. 'That hurt.' He thought, before noticing the spread in front of him. The huge, salivating feast. The huge, salivating feast that would definitely take a lot more than ten minutes to eat. Any more than ten minutes to eat is too much time away from the bed. He poked the steak with his fork while he mixed the gravy and mashed potatoes. He wanted to eat it, but it was too much effort to lift the fork to his mouth. 

Alberu watched his little brother, already knowing what was going on in his head. He rolled his eyes, then sat down next to him. He snatched the cutlery out of his hand before shoving the food into his mouth. Cale looked at him gratefully and softly, and chewed. He then opened his mouth after he swallowed the forkful of dinner, expectantly waiting. For once in a while, he finished a full meal. 

And yet, he was still not allowed to sleep. 

He felt like throwing his arms around and stomping his feet. But he obediently let the servants fill his bathtub with water while he undressed. He then sat down in the tub, before realising it was full of pink bubbles. He looked at it in deadpan seriousness and just shrugged his shoulders before sinking into the hot water. Underneath the blanket of hot bubbled water, he felt all the pains in his body melt away. He almost wanted to sleep in the water, but he tried his hardest to keep his head above the water and his eyes open, he swore. But then, the warm water got poured onto his head and they started massaging his scalp. It was a struggle. 

After he left the bathroom - in a bathrobe - he was filled with a dangerous amount of affection. He dried his hair with the soft white towel with a smile gently and sweet. He got dressed into his silk pajamas and then, he finally was allowed to go to bed. 

He hid himself under the warm blankets, up to his ears. He would've usually patted his bed to indicate to his kids he wanted to sleep with them in his arms - but, tonight, Raon was sleeping in a hotel. Eruhaben took him for a magic expedition and only came to get a quick drink. Ohn and Hong were at the Molan residency to train to be the heirs. 

He, instead, just grabbed a pillow to hold in his arms. Which got promptly pulled out of his hands and thrown across the room. Cale peered up in confusion and slight surprise. Choi Han and Alberu both laid down next to the sleepy motherfucker and snuggled under the blanket; pushing themselves close enough to lay on Cale's shoulders. He smiled, again - probably breaking his record of smiles ever in one night - and slept soundly for the next 18 hours.

This was a crack/fluff. Literally no plot. but i felt like writing it.