James and Monica left Cyrus, Casey, Holiday, and Magnus home alone for like an hour and a half or so. When they got back, Casey was passed out in a living room chair, Holiday no where to be found, and Magnus laying on the couch, wide awake, with Cyrus, and both of the Anders' cats sleeping on top of him.
James: You ok, Mags?
Magnus: Yeah, I'm good.
Monica: Do you need us to like, move them, orrrr
Magnus: I don't have the heart to wake em up.
Magnus: So I've kinda just excepted that imma be trapped here for the rest of my days.
James: Y-you know that we can just move Cyrus, right??
Magnus: *wraps arms around Cyrus protectively* No. Mine.
James: Fair enough.
Magnus: Also, we both know dam well that he hasn't slept in like, 4 days, so I feel like we should just let him sleep.
Monica: Oh, that's true. But why is he laying on top of you?
Magnus: I don't know, the only excuse he's given me so far is "You're Warm"
Holiday: *comes downstairs looking disoriented and sleepy*
Holiday: *Yells* CY I NEED HELP.
Cyrus: *jolts awake*
Cyrus: I was sleeping, asshole.
Monica: Cy, why were you sleeping on Magnus?
Cyrus: Warm.
Magnus: Told ya.
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