💜 Warm 🧡

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We were watching a movie, his brother decided to go upstairs because the floor isn't a good space for someone like him to sleep on.

"Isn't a good place for anyone, princess"

I laugh at the thought of him huffing around with a pink dress and a crown. He would like the crown to be honest heh.

The movie just ended so I reach out for the controller to turn the TV off, but when I move, I feel his arms around my waist, he's holding me tightly like a child, I look down and pat his skull gently for a while and then finally nudge him, so he can wake up and sit up straight.

I see him looking up at me and I give him a light smile, he scratches his eyes and sit up, giving me space to stand up and do the rest of stuff I need to do.. like turn the TV off, turn the lights on and organize our stuff to sleep.

He keeps looking at me and I just tilt my head "what's up?" "Aren't you cold?" He asks still a bit groggy from sleeping on my lap. I'm a bit confused for the question, im not exactly cold. Is it because of my shirt? I don't feel this night any colder...

"No? Are you cold?" He looks away and stands up, going to the kitchen murmuring something "never mind.." "mm.." there's something up.. but I can question him about this later. I need to finish this so the both of us can finally sleep.

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After a while, he came back and we laid down to sleep, he was fussing me about my sleeping bag, then I gave it to him and I got his mattress, but even with that he wouldn't stop being sassy. He's not usually like that, I don't understand.

"Paps, what's up? You're not usually like that- n-not that it's bad but.. there's something bothering you" I say sitting up and trying to look over his shoulder "there's.. nothing wrong." "Then look at me." That's when I finally see him again, he's tired, I can tell by his mood and sleepy eyes and voice, but why isn't him just sleeping anyway?

"So?" "...." "you really aren't going to talk to me?" "....." "this is concerning.. please, just tell me!" ".... iwantcuddles.." he said as he looked away and muffled his phrase with my sleeping bag. I couldn't quite get it, just asking him to repeat, that's when I see his face lit up in a shiny orange, he whines and gives up. Sitting up and rubbing his face while repeating "I want cuddles.."

I look at him and then all of sudden his behavior and mood swings makes sense. I've been a bit too busy today with his brother.. I think he's just got a bit lonely heh "aw Paps.. I'm sorry, c'mere" I stretch my arms out and go to him, hugging him close until I feel him nuzzling my shoulder. I coax his body to move so we can lay down together in his mattress. That's gonna be more comfortable than my sleeping bag... "why did you ask for my sleeping bag? Pff it's too small for you" "a hint.." "and.. the weird question?" "A-another hint..." "yeah we.. we gotta work on that. I'm sorry for missing it up, but next time you can just come to me and say it, okay? It's totally fine~" I give him a little kiss on the forehead.

"In fact.. I'm actually a bit cold right now" I look up at him, laughing a bit for my own hint, he laughs quietly too and take off his jacket. For him being taller than me, his jacket is bigger in me but I love it. While I put it on, he covers us both with the blankets and moves closer to me.

I hug on his back and ribcage, nuzzling my cheek on his sweater and feeling his soul beat slightly faster. I laugh, but suddenly feel him nuzzling on my hair, and he knows I love it... so that's my turn to feel as if my soul is gonna come out of my body and immediately die.

I scoot myself closer, and he does the same, I hear as he purrs and breathes calmly, it's really relaxing.. "I love you.." I hear him say, and after that, his body seems to get heavier. I giggle quietly and respond to him "I love you too~".

I close my eyes and let the quiet night and his purr sounds take me to sleep. The warmth of his embrace is everything, and makes me feel safe like nothing else.

Goodnight 💜

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787 words
Mr_A2080x
(9/8/24)

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