nights in the middle of atlanta, georgia in november, well … ‘deep south’ or not, they could get pretty darn cold, and especially lonely even in a room full of people. now ellis here isn’t what you call a polite sleeper … quite infamous for tossing, turning, even thrashing violently in his sleep like he’s going rounds with mike tyson. and he snores louder than all get-out, sounds like a god damn carburetor in the summers … and no matter the season, he’s always somehow freezing, gravitates to warmth like a newborn monkey, needs to be swaddled despite refusing to wear a shirt to bed. seriously, if the other survivors don’t want to strangle him by this point, they must truly have a soft spot for the kid.
but in his gentler nights, he is quite snuggly and even remarkably quiet. it must have been one of those nights last night, probably since he has somehow managed to infiltrate nick’s little corner of the safe room in the midst of his slumber, quite content to sleep butt to butt with him, curl his arms around his blanky at his sternum and let sugar plums dance in his head to the tune of a zombie-less symphony. the other two survivors must have seen before they left to scavenge for supplies ( it was their turn, after all ), and if they did? they’d done absolutely nothing to obstruct the sleeping beauties from their slumber party. probably got a good chuckle out of it, at least … it’s a sight for sore eyes.
and when dawn breaks, an unconscious ellis flops to his other side with a groggy groan, arm swinging and hitting nick right in the face … i tried to warn you. but sour patch kid soon turns sweet, nestling into nick’s chest plate without thought or hesitation, even burrowing himself into nick’s blanket to make himself extraordinarily comfy … even @medk1t‘s gotta admit, it is pretty comfy … innit?
dawn breaks but instead of the distant groans and chirping of terrified birds waking up the sleeping giant, an arm to the face does. a hand flies up to cover the sudden hit, groaning and cursing, weight against chest and nick all but lifts his head to notice a sleeping ellis. his morning had already been ruined. a no good, terrible, bad. . . well. . . year. but technically, morning. it should be known that nick isn't the one to cuddle, isn't the one for any sort of. . . sleeping companion, it's not his style and quite frankly never was. this sort of action often made his ex - wife scowl, reasons why he often slept on the couch. and remembering it all made him groan, a hand resting upon the head of ellis. shoving him off and away. barely sitting up, he hears chuckling from the other two, and all he could do was cut his eyes at them alone. have they slept at all? he certainly hoped so. otherwise, they'll get real tired of his bullshit that he'll be spewing once they hit the road.
" ellis. " rough voice trying to be soft to the ears. arms of the other wrapped itself around nick's blanket, face scrunched in a way that he didn't wanna wake up bu was slowly winding up for the day. and nick couldn't help but to smile. middle finger tucks itself under the pad of his thumb, hand coming close to that cherubic face of his before thumping him, was it hard or was it soft. either way, nick was determined to wake this fool up. " come on, sleeping beauty. don't make me slap you on the face too. " still a bit peeved by earlier action, bruised up face already assaulted more than he can count just for an arm to come swinging. seriously what did he do to deserve this. a grumble and nick rises from the bedding, whatever he did with his suit jacket. . . seemed to be long gone. it seems he's conversing to both rochelle and coach, a gentle plead to leave ellis behind. isn't that sweet? and it seemed the two simply said no, throwing nothing more but a granola bar into nick's hand and all nick could simply do. . . was throw it a bit hard at ellis' stupid forehead.
