#slipperyweaselroleplays

"Hey hey hey hey," Simon said, kneeling on the side of Gray's mattress, shaking his shoulder. "Gray, wake up. The cheesecake is not going to eat you." Simon had no idea what the nightmare was actually about, but he was pretty sure that everyone had had that dream before. "It's all good. There we go, it's all good." He had successfully woken Gray up by this point and was patting his arm. "Whatever it was, was just a dream, alright? You're all good. Sir Fuffyboots did not want to come help you, so I couldn't bring you cat-love medicine, but he'll probably throw up in your shoes in the morning anyway, so it's all the same thing, right?"

Simon flopped down on top of the blanket, pretty much smashing his shoulder into Gray's, "Ooof, ow, sorry. SORRY." The one benefit of Simon being a painful human was that Gray was probably not sleeping any time soon, and that meant no nightmares. He hummed quietly to himself while he scrolled through his phone for his baby animal video playlist. "Here, look, this is Nancy the baby alpaca. Her mom kicked her out so she lives with goats. They think she's a funny looking goat, but she's still their goat-sister." Hitting play, he held the phone up for Gray to see.