You’re quiet for a few long minutes, relishing the moment, the quiet, the bundle of warmth in your arms, although the blanket around Nepeta had since cooled.
You lean back slightly from her grip around your neck, brushing back a few strands of her hair from her face, before kissing both of her cheeks in turn.
You smile at that before resting your head against his shoulder again with a sleepy sigh. You do love him, very very much, and you love that he doesn’t have to say it back for you to know without a doubt that he loves you just as much, and vise versa.
It isn’t long before the warmth and the motion of being rocked steadily back and forth lulls you into a doze, even your snore a breathy little purr. All is right with the world, as is always the case in the arms of a friend so dear.
Gradually, you begin to rock slightly on your heels, falling into a steady rhythm. That usually got her to sleep, and you assume a catnap was what she was aiming for whenever she dug into your warm laundry.
There’s the briefest of wavers in your voice, as if you had to pause to think about it, to calculate. But—
Eyelids flicking open, you look over. It’s one of the darker blocks in your moirail’s hive, little but the hum of the machines at work as background noise. Upstairs, there was often the briefest hustle and bustle about among your other hivemates, but no trouble, no real trouble.
There is the slightest turn of your lips. You lay the side of your face against Nepeta’s coat.
That’s right. You were just fine.
You fight back the urge to yawn with a sleepy little hum, which is really just a yawn that you cleverly hid. Sneaky you.
Of course, you catch the teensy hesitation in his voice right away, and you shift a little to wrap your arms assuringly around his neck, just to hold onto him. You know he worries, and that the shenanigans you and the others wind up in can really frighten and stress him. But there’s not been any of that in a while, and you intend to do your part from now on to ensure it stays that way for as long as possible.
You blink your eyes open for a second, so close to him now that you can make out the closed eyelids from behind the frame of his glasses. You like him this way: peaceful. The way his stoic expression eased into neutrality and all his breaths were slow and soft and even.
He really was a big teddybear.
Closing your eyes again, you tighten your arms around him just the slightest bit, just to let him know that he was there in your heart and mind as always, right at the forefront.
This routine is familiar enough to you. You pause, finishing the last few towels and placing them in a small pile on top of the washing machine. You were done in here for the moment, but you didn’t want to displace Nepeta.
Instead, you slip one arm around her midsection to support the blanket draped there, using your other hand to soothingly run your fingers up and down her back. You position yourself in a lean against the dryer, closing your eyes, although they weren’t visible to begin with behind your sunglasses.
"Are you well."
You let your eyes close, as well, and your purring kicks up a notch when he rubs your back. You know he knows you love back rubs, and you try to keep your tail from swiping at his nose as it swishes back and forth in idle contentment.
"Mhmm," you answer with a little nod that turns into another nuzzle, which then progresses into cheek smooching. "How about you?"
It had been a fairly uneventful day, but uneventful days were very welcome, more so since you and your friends used to have bouts of drama. The quiet was something to enjoy.
You were doing laundry. There was a lot to do, especially when you did the majority of the entire hive’s laundry. Not that you really minded; it was a repetitive, mindless task that allowed your thinkpan free reign to think about your own work.
Returning to the laundry room, you move to the laundry basket with fresh linens and work through the top layer, still warm to the touch. After a few seconds, your fingers graze the tip of something very uncloth-like, and you casually (but carefully) reach in and pull Nepeta out, draping her over your shoulder. You follow up with one of the warm blankets at the bottom of the basket slipped over her frame before continuing your folding.
You feel the top layers of your fortress of fwoofiness being disturbed, and in response you attempt to retreat as far back into the pile as you can manage. Regardless, the invading threat pinpoints your location and extracts you thusly as you whine a little in retaliation.
The rebuttle goes unacknowledged and you find yourself swiftly captured by the enemy. Curses.
Oh, well, you tried. And it’s not like the enemy’s shoulder isn’t also among your favorite places in the hive, because it most certainly is. You grin when he drapes one of the warmest towels over you, purring a little in fond appreciation as you give him a nuzzle.
What? Ew, no, not all the dirty clothes and such. How gross! You’re pretty sure Eridan’s underpants are in there somewhere and you don’t really feel like getting cozy with those.
The prize you have your keen eyes set upon lies within a basket next to the dryer; a veritable nest of fluffy, warm towels. Or at least it’s going to be a nest. Your nest. For a little while, anyway.
With nary a hivekeeping friend in sight, you make your move, leaping into a headfirst dive that leads to you burrowing into the pile until you’ve settled into the warmest, most comfiest spot.
Herein lies Nirvana.
WE’RE GOING TO LOOK BACK ON THIS CONVERSATION AND I’M GOING TO LAUGH.
BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU HAD A CHANCE TO END EVERYTHING.
AND YOU FUCKED IT UP COLOSSALLY.
:33 < >://
I DON’T THINK YOU FULLY UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON HERE GIRL.
:33 < you mean aside from you being a jerk?