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send me β for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
Mickey was only vaguely aware of what was on the TV now. Something about motorcycles and then... cats? Wait were there cats on the TV now? And then omelettes. Oh boy, he had been exhausted these past few days. He had been spending more time with people, and that was probably why. He had made plenty of friends, and now was building a stable relationship with Nuka, and was becoming much more stable with his sister too. Friendships were building, distanced people were coming closer, that and he had been joining clubs just for the sake of joining clubs -whilst also trying to make himself fitter by doing a few more sports, so he would be able to be less of a 'mouse'...
And so now he was pooped.Β
And he seemed to have been drifting in and out of sleep all evening. He vaguely woke up at one point to see the other with his head rested in his hand, and from the angle where he was, he couldn't tell whether or not the other was sleeping, or just very bored. Should Mickey try to wake up a bit more and give him company? He tried to, he really did.
But... he drifted off another time, waking up later to find him in a different position. God, he was being bad company. He gently grumbled to himself and shifted around a bit, as opposed to sleeping against the opposite arm of the couch, he shifted along so that he had moved to the same side where Nuka had sat and tugged him over, wrapping his arms around the others waist and then sprawling out with his head resting against his side. "Wake me up when... the thing with the... with the man, and the uhm, blue box... with the whooooosh... when that comes on..." He mumbled gently, getting comfortable and then gently drifting back off to sleep.Β
