|DEM SEXEH NOSEZ|
Basically Every Morning
Somehow they always ended up in a tangle. It was the same every morning, arms and legs everywhere and the covers half off. The position of the morning was a twisted sort of spooning with a lot of elbow to the chest. And despite the rather uncomfortable nature of this, they had both slept soundly throughout the night. It was only when Sprinkles woke up did he feel the sharp, pointed edges of Jirou’s body digging into his own.
“Jirou,” he groaned, pressing his face against the dog’s back and trying to rub away the sleepiness. “Wake up.”
Jirou didn’t, of course, and just continued to snore softly while locking Sprinkles’s limbs tightly out of use. He could feel the fuzzy static of his arm that was pinned under Jirou slowly going to sleep. It was over. This is how he would die, he could feel it. His entire body was going to slowly succumb to the numb, unbearable sensation or, if he pulled away, he would fall onto the cold floor. Either was a painful way to go but he figured he’d rather stay warm so he continued to lay there, trying to wiggle his other hand out of Jirou’s.
The struggle was real but he got it loose and reached up to pinch Jirou’s face a bit before gently slapping it. “Wake up, dog…”
That woke him. His body jerked back a little, his shoulder hitting Sprinkles in the face as he whined. “Nuuu. You hit me,” he mumbled as he rolled on his back to look at him. He rubbed where he was pinched, a pout on his sleepy face.
“My arm was falling asleep.” He grumbled a bit more, pulling his arms free and massaging them a bit, trying to get blood flowing again.
“Why did you hit me,” he whined. The couch squeaked and groaned a bit as he flopped around to face him, scooting close. His eyes were closed again as he was searching for warm. “I wasn’t being bad. I was sleeping.”
“You wouldn’t wake up and I didn’t hit you hard,” he said, watching Jirou try to secretly worm his way back into his arms. He didn’t really move to stop him, though.
“It’s not that cold.”
“But it is.”
“Its not that ba-” He was cut off when Jirou started to nuzzle under his chin, successfully biting his own tongue. Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes as he was flopped on, pinned. At least he could move his arms now?
And they went back to sleep.