#interrogationqueen

Who is a night owl: Both of them, probably! I’ve always seen Simon as more of a night owl, and Angel just has that “jazz club at a quarter-to-midnight” vibe about her. They both tend to turn in well after midnight.

Who is a morning person: lol Neither of them. Simon is a grumpy growly bear of a man until he gets caffeine, and Angel quietly locks herself in the bathroom before anyone but Simon can see her and emerges an hour later with flawless makeup 

Are they cuddlers: I always felt like they were both pretty physically affectionate with each other in private. 

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Usually Simon, though I can’t help but think of Angel doing this from time to time.

What is their favourite sleeping position: Simon on his back with Angel’s head on his shoulder and her arm around his middle. 

Who steals all the blankets: Angel. >:|

What they wear to bed: Angel has some sleek fucking nighties. Simon is a boxers or pajama pants only kind of guy. I can also kind of see them doing the shared pajama set thing where Simon wears the pants out of a set and she wears the pajama top? That’d be cute.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Angel definitely steals Simon’s clothes and Simon is definitely All About That

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Simon.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Simon again.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Simon might wake up from a nightmare and accidentally kick Angel while trying to scramble away mid-spooning. He’d feel pretty horrible about it. 

Her head was fuzzy, as she pulled in the form next to her. A pained groan came from her excessive drinking the night before. She didn’t know where she was. Apart from the scent of something familiar.

She groped at the being next to her. Clothing… She felt clothes. Okay, maybe she just drank with someone and they passed out. She slowly opened her eyes seeing who it was. Flustered. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed, her mouth gaped open like a fish struggling to go back to the water.

“L-L-Lana…” She immediately removed herself from Lana, nearly falling to the ground. Her own voice hard hurt her ears. She felt something odd on her. A….bracelet? It looked familiar. She pat herself down to make sure everything was there. Wallet, check. Keys, check. Phone, check. dead mother’s ring…. Horror crossed her face. What the hell did they do? Where the hell did they go? WHERE WAS HER RING? 

Her head ached, and someone was curled up against her... Oh, that was Angel’s voice. That was not ideal (in fact, she was beginning to feel her face grow red), but better than a stranger. She sighed, and threw her hand over her eyes--and yelped when something hard hit her on the bridge of her nose. She sat up in bed, wincing as her head throbbed.

There was a ring on her hand, with an enormous stone, and--

“Oh, no.”

She examined the ring on her hand, and promptly took it off. She could remember giggling as Angel had placed it on her.

“This is yours, I believe,” she said, holding it out to the other. “I, ah... I assume you remember how I got it? I seem to remember that we--that we--”

They’d taken pictures of themselves at the tiny chapel. Had she posted them? Did Ema know?

‘ did you really make these?        these bentos are so a d o r a b l e!’

It was chilly out, yet it was perfect for star gazing. Her head resting on Rabbit. She didn’t think Rabbit would mind if she did. Angel had gotten comfortable with Rabbit. She was relaxed when she was with the gal.

“Do you know the star constellations?”

「※」Rabbit had often found herself star gazing. It was a nice reminder, and it was nice to relax. She could name off so many planets and stars that she could name. Smiling at Angel, brown eyes looked up at the sky again, smiling.