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anyways, roll onto da story :3
Infected turns off his phone, throwing it across the room. Of course, he threw it so hard the sound of it banging startled Lampert.( don't ask how it isn't broken yet ihnfi)
"..the hell was that?" He turned his head to face the brunette, sitting inside his room as he noticed the lamp looking at him. He quickly plastered an awkward tic-tac-toe teeth smile.
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"Oh well."
The lamp gets ready, bla bla bla all that. Infected doesn't really have that big of a bed, but he knew that lampert would turn back to a lamp at night or just when he was asleep so he doesn't really mind falling asleep on the small wooden table next to the bed. He was like a nightlight, but more special.
(In the middle of th3 night)
Infected wakes up suddenly as he felt arms wrapped against his body. One thing he didn't know: lampert could actually control whether if he wants to sleep as a lamp, or in his normal body. This night however, he forgot to switch back into a lamp and fell of the desk, onto the bed. He had somehow made it over to infected and nuzzled against him.(cringe saying of his head buried into his body).
As he tries to leave due to not being used to this close, a whimpering voice could he heard:
"Don't..leave me...again..pl..ease"
Again? The brunette asked himself in his mind as he of course, did not remember anything before he got sick. Lampert has been BEGGING for him to go to the doctors but there was just a strong force that didn't allow him to agree. He could now clearly see tears staining the lamp shades on his head and quickly wiped it off with his thumb. He could now feel the breath of his partner on his chest and legs curled up, wrapped onto infected's waist just below his arms
