Conversations Between Moon And The Sunshine Kid (Mighty Boosh One-shot Book)

Vince Noir's all-nighter (a.k.a completely heterosexual spooning)

Synopsis: read the title, mini character study.

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11 PM:

Howard has just fallen asleep. He's not moving much and is perfectly quiet. He hasn't put anything on me yet, but we always wake up cuddling (not in a gay way). I'm going to stay awake all night to figure out why this happens.

12 AM:

Howard started snoring at some point, I'm used to it by now and the sound is oddly comforting. He's shuffled closer a little bit.

1 AM:

I think Howard's dreaming, he isn't snoring but he is mumbling something. I don't really understand what he's saying but when his voice went all low and grumbly my stomach felt really tight. He got a little closer again.

2 AM:

He's closer again and pressed up against me now, but not really hugging me. His hand shifted to my hair and he's had his hand on it for a while. He's snoring again, which I should probably find annoying since his head is super close to my ear, but I don't really mind.

3 AM:

No noteworthy progressions. He's still snoring and has his hand in my hair.

4 AM:

He's dreaming again and has replaced his hand, resting it on my hip. I'm surprised he hasn't suffocated yet, seeing as his face is pretty much buried in my hair. He's mumbling something in his sleep, most of what, he's saying is inaudible, but I made out "Mine." And "loud". I reckon he's probably dreaming about buying a chihuahua that won't stop barking, or trying out a new trumpet.

5 AM:

He's moved his face to my neck, his breathing really tickles. He's snoring still. He mumbled my name under his breath, so he must be dreaming. It didn't sound like how he normally says it. Normally he says it as more as an accusation, but now he's saying it as a command. It's weird.

6 AM

Not much changed, but Howard has wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me close.

7 AM:

I fell asleep for a while accidentally. At this point, In my sleep I must've turned around to face Howard. We were both cuddling each other, my head rest in the crook of his neck and his one hand on my hip, the other in my hair. It's oddly comfortable, to be able to cuddle with him without him screaming some variant of "don't touch me!". It's not that I want to hug him and stuff, he's just really warm and the room is cold.

8 AM

The alarm goes off, queue the awkward shuffling away and getting ready in silence.

Mystery solved. The night was pretty genius, but I'm well tired.