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A memorable time indeed. Moving the stuff was...not so good, to say the least. Postman tripped over air at least three times, and Player was beginning to experience TERRIBLE back pain.
So much for doing it the normal way, huh?
Exhausted from the consistent moving around, Postman genuinely flopped face-first into the cold tiled floor with a loud groan. “aaauauughhh....”
Player felt just as tired as he did, but they had enough dignity to not whine about it or dramatically fall to the floor, unlike a certain someone.
Taking their focus off the man, they gave the house a nice once-over.
It looked nice. Their work definitely paid off.
There were small LED's Postman thought looked nice hung across the walls, and the livingroom was nicely decorated.
Kitchen was empty, food had yet to be bought, but everything else looked...not so bad?
In the middle of their mild observing, Postman lifted his head, revealing a bloody nose, probably from just carelessly falling onto the hard floor.
Player brought their attention back to him, eyes widening as they didn't think before rushing to kneel and help the other up.
They spoke, hesitantly, quietly. “are you okay?” their fingers curled into the fabric of Postman's sleeve, lightly, of course, like he was something precious.
Postman's cheeks flushed at the concern on the other's face. He liked that expression...a lot, actually.
He snapped out of it as he felt their nails lightly digging into his arm. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“aha...doing just great!”
He said it so cheerily, even as the blood dribbled out from his nose like a fountain.
Player stayed frozen, concern breaking into panic as they made a noise of distress and frantically tried to wipe the blood off Postman's face with their sleeve.
“ah! it just keeps flowing out!”
Postman was completely still during their panic, the same, unfaltering smile on his face. “i'm fine, really!”
Now Player had a blood-stained cardigan, but that seemed like it was the least of their worries, since they were starting to get frustrated with Postman's dismissal.
“you're--bleeding..” they sounded more defeat than anything.
Postman blinked, face morphing into this dumbfounded look.
“I...am..?”
Player whacked him on the head wordlessly.
“ah! sorry!” Postman whined, instinctively clutching the top of his head where he was hitten. “I-I'll fix it!”
And with that, he turned around and snapped his fingers. When he twirled to face Player, said nosebleed was gone. That simple.
“ta-daaa~!” he beamed.
Sometimes they'd forget he was an NPC. Not real.
Player's shoulders slumped, half-relief, half-disappointed realization. “...” they didn't speak, the exhaustion kicking in.
They held a finger up weakly, as if about to say something.
Then Player seemed to lean forward a bit, swaying. Postman noticed, and held his arms out as they collapsed into his arms.
He blinked down at the unconscious friend of his, forehead pressed against his shoulder, breath even, yet still fanning against his clothes.
The more he thought about it, the more he got dizzy and flustered.
Something as simple as them leaning on him had him blushing like a hopelessly inlove schoolgirl. How embarassing.
Right. Focus!
Postman shook his head rapidly, shaking off the thoughts with it, too.
He carefully manuevered Player towards the couch and positioned them into heavily leaning on the side, nearly laying down.
So adorable...he thought.
They looked so peaceful in their sleep, face not scrunched up like it usually was. Their features were relaxed - they looked younger, to be honest.
Postman silently wondered if they were dreaming. They looked so pretty, way too pretty, too much for him to describe. Corny.
He carefully sat down besides them, careful, like they would disappear if he moved too fast.
Their shoulders pressed together at the sides.
Postman folded his hands in his lap, thinking silently as he stared up at the ceiling.
Don't check their dreams. Don't check their dreams. Don't check. Don't. Check. Don't. Check. Their. Dreams.
Damn it, he was weak-willed.
Postman mumbled something under his breath as he pulled up a hologram to check what they were doing in that little head of theirs.
....
What he saw genuinely made him deadpan.
Shown in the hologram was Player slowly drowning in a pile of fluffy cats, specifically Calicos. Those were always their favorite, he noticed.
The sight itself made his nose itchy. He was allergic to cats.
Postman didn't know if it was a purposeful thing in his code or not. It was kind of pathetic, being programmed to sneeze at cute little furballs.
With a bit of a mildly annoyed glance, he swiped his hand and closed the hologram, slumping back against the cushions with a sense of boredom.
He was on the verge of overthinking about his existence again before he heard Player snoring besides him.
Soft sounds that shouldn't have made him adore them more, but it did. He stared as drool started to pool on the side of the couch.
He would have found it a bit disgusting if it weren't THEM.
Maybe he'd let them sleep a little longer.