[he says, as if he isn't tempted to turn that alarm off after midnight falls asleep just to make sure he gets enough of it. he's so tempted to do it.
this also would conveniently bypass the impending period of... well, lying here while midnight goes and washes up, because he has a feeling he might die a little bit.]
No? Hmm. I might get difficult. That's how we got here, you know... my modus operandi. I'll find new and interesting ways to frustrate you, trust me.
[ ... He doesn't actually mean to sound this soft and teasing, especially since he can't read netzach well enough to know he's got it as bad as he does. He's just sleepy. ]
[ All right. He takes in one more deep breath, finally gives in to the temptation to nuzzle the top of that green head with the tip of his nose, then sighs that breath back out. He is about to give this resting thing a shot. Baby steps. ]
[ Midnight hums, then, and makes a quiet humming noise that sort of sounds like a mumbled "good night", even though it's still sort of evening, ish, and he slips off to sleep. (By the way... He is way too chill to be upset if that alarm does mysteriously deactivates. Something Netzach may or may not learn very soon!) ]
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[he says, as if he isn't tempted to turn that alarm off after midnight falls asleep just to make sure he gets enough of it. he's so tempted to do it.
this also would conveniently bypass the impending period of... well, lying here while midnight goes and washes up, because he has a feeling he might die a little bit.]
I don't mind it, if you do get used to it.
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[ ... He doesn't actually mean to sound this soft and teasing, especially since he can't read netzach well enough to know he's got it as bad as he does. He's just sleepy. ]
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[he feels relatively confident in this, unfounded as it may be... especially considering how unfair that tone is.]
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[ All right. He takes in one more deep breath, finally gives in to the temptation to nuzzle the top of that green head with the tip of his nose, then sighs that breath back out. He is about to give this resting thing a shot. Baby steps. ]
No backing out now... You're my artist now...
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[he's said it before, right? he doesn't do things he's decided he doesn't want to do.
the reiteration of that, though, is-- he's going to remember that. possibly take it to heart a little more than he should.
but for now... for now, he intends to let midnight rest, falling silent as he nestles into place one more time.]
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