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Venomous was not a morning person.
Really, he never had been. He’d always hated going to school first thing, early morning POINT training, business meetings before he’d had his coffee, etc. He could just never muster up any sort of positive feeling until it was at least noon.
So when the alarm clock buzzed, he let out a low, irritated groan. His hand lifted up, attempting to feel out the location. Upon his fingertips touching the cool plastic button, he clicked the wretched thing off.
His hand fell limp, finding its way back under the covers, eventually finding its home atop a familiar round belly.
“Mm,” the owner of said belly hummed, the sound reverberating through Venomous.
“Mm,” Venomous replied back, nuzzling his face back into Boxman’s neck.
The two didn’t say anything for a while, listening to the soft chugging of Boxmore’s machinery just outside their bedroom. Venomous stroked his partner’s belly and pressed a peck to his collarbone.
“What day is it?” Venomous asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Mm...oh, I think it’s Sunday.”
Venomous grinned, releasing a pleased hum as he stretched his limbs out. “Wonderful...no meetings...no plaza...no work.”
Boxman let out a snort. “Maybe for you. I’ve still got things to work on.”
“No.” Venomous tugged himself over until he was fully lying atop his partner. “You’re staying right here.”
A smile teased at the right side of Boxman’s mouth. “Is that so?”
“Mhm,” Venomous said, his chin resting on Boxman’s chest. “I forbid it.”
“Well, Cob on a cornstick, you got me there, professor,” Boxman grinned.
“Exactly. I am a genius, after all,” Venomous said, running a hand through his dark locks and flipping his hair back.
“Have you ever actually been tested on that?” Boxman challenged.
“Of course. Only a genius would think to cheat on an IQ test.”
“...okay, that sounds like something I would do,” Boxman pointed out. “I think I am starting to rub off on you, PV.”
Venomous released a chuckle. “Well, we are around each other quite often. It was bound to happen sooner or later.” He curled his arms around Boxman, a soft hiss leaving him.
Boxman stroked his talons against his partner’s head, tucking his dark hair behind his ears idly. “...alright, I’ll stay in bed an hour longer. But that’s only because you’re a good persuader.”
“Aw, it doesn’t have to do with my devilishly handsome good looks?”
“We both know you’re more than just a pretty face,” Boxman purred. “You’re a calculating, disturbed mastermind of a villain.”
“And?” Venomous prompted, feeling his snake tail wagging behind him, just beneath the covers, at the praising words.
“And that’s what I love about you,” Boxman snickered.
“Perfect answer,” Venomous replied, pressing a kiss to Boxman’s nose.
Sure, Venomous didn’t really care for mornings, but he’d at least grown to appreciate the lazy ones with his partner in crime.