#a cat.

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thanks i love it

      vic hadn’t entirely planned to fall asleep next to wolfram again, but he felt a hand run through his hair  &  his eyes fluttered open with the realization——at least only a few short moments had passed. he’d sought out wolfram for company until he was tired enough to sleep, as usual, but had opted to stay awhile longer instead ; not keen on leaving the man’s side to sleep on a cold, lonely garden bench. so there he sat, slouched in his seat  &  leaning in a way that allowed him to stare sweetly up at wolfram’s face, dipping in  &  out of consciousness.

       the petting of his hair only made him sleepier, each brush through the dark strands threatening to lull him right back to sleep. a low, content sigh left him. ❝are ya’ tryin’ to put me to sleep, shithead ?❞ even in sleepy mumbles, there was a lilt of jesting in his voice. he began to lean into the touch, slowly inching closer  &  closer to wolfram until some strange bout of confidence overtook him,  &  he crawled right into the man’s lap, settling there  &  resting his head on his shoulder.