Pillow Talk

C8 | effects of 'il mix speciale di luca'

"What if everyone was bald?"

They were both lying on their backs, staring out the window at the stars. They had their arms folded on top of the duvet but the rest of their bodies hidden.

"What?" He sounded baffled as he turned his head to face her. She wasn't joking about being a lightweight.

"I can't be bald, I'd be such an ugly bald person!"

"I think you'd be a gorgeous baldie."

Pooja ignored him, "how would you guess somebody's age? Like nowadays if you're bald you either old or you had a bad encounter with hair products." She spoke thoughtfully, "everyone would be bald and with anti aging creams an 80 year old would look the same as me!" She really sounded appalled at the prospect.

"Not necessarily. What if they were a dude?" he replied, thinking deeply about it.

"Oh my Lord, what if an 80 year old bald man got boobs and like lipo."

"Wall-E is gender less," he announced suddenly.

"I thought he was a boy and Eve was a girl though?" She was confused, her kind was moving slowly.

"Well, he's not. It's never stated and society is just dumb for jumping to conclusions."

"I feel dumb for jumping to conclusions."

"Don't feel dumb, la mia stella." He blindly reached for her hand, grabbing it and squeezing.

"What the hell does that mean?" She turned to look at him finally.

"I called you my star," he said, internally giving himself a hefty pat on the back when she grinned at him.

"Fancy that, eh." She was looking back at the stars with renewed interest.

"What?"

"Imagine being a star. I suppose you'd get quite lonely." She frowned at that thought.

"You'd probably get quite cold too," he said eyeing her shivering arms. He never understood why she insisted on keeping them over the duvet.

"Maybe, but I swear stars are like, huge balls of gas on fire. I have trouble believing they get cold." She had paused during her sentence, wondering how to describe stars scientifically.

He hummed in agreement.

"They'd probably feel so lost as stars. They'd never really have control over their life. Just floating around in space, not really unique and with no real purpose." She looked at him with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

They lay silent for a while, mulling over their thoughts in piece.

"We should go to sleep," she started.

"We should."

It was an unspoken agreement when they decided to stay up until the sky blanked.

Eventually her arms got too cold and she pulled them back into the warmth of the bed, wrapping them around his torso as she prepared her major cuddling position.

With his head snuggled on top of hers, he whispered out a small, "sogni d'oro."

His breathing hitched when she kissed his neck where her head was stationed and replied with, "Or a beautiful nightmare."

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A/N

My dearest skittles,

Aren't they so intensely cute? Don't judge me I saw this post on buzz feed that inspired me.

~ "I'm serious Chad are you even listening to me. Wall-E has no gender."

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Jo x

PS: I wrote this chapter like three years ago.