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wilbur was content to just doze off in the late evening on techno's chest as he slept on the couch. they could move to the bedroom but that meant moving and he's already comfortable in the lazy arms of techno, no doubt techno feeling the same from the way he's purring.
that's what got him curious, pigs don't purr, don't they?
but then again he's not really sure what hybrid techno is—hell the bloody man himself doesn't know, so they just settled with whatever their mind conjures up.
techno shifting slightly brought him out of his musings, feeling techno nuzzles to his chocolate hair, and he smiles sleepily. he lets his mind doze off once more, not paying any attention to the thoughts that passed through his head, burying his nose in techno's chest, he feels warm and safe.
wilbur drowns himself in techno, relishing in his warmth, even if the harsh blizzard rattling a window here and there is out, he can't help but think that nothing will hurt him in this cozy cabin, with steve snoring near the fireplace, edward staring at the fire, and of course, techno.
he smiles softly, feeling more than hearing techno rumbling purr.
wilbur was ready to go out like a light, but he didn't exactly realize himself slipping from techno's weak grip, onto the cabin's wooden floor. he thought nothing of it, knowing techno would catch him, though it seems he underestimated how tired and exhausted techno is. so with a light smile, he just kept dozing, that is until—
THUD!
"fuck!" he jolted awake, mind suddenly aware and alert, not yet feeling the pain on his lower region. he can feel edward's eye on him, he struggled not to look up, steve flicks an ear.
"wil?" looks like techno got up too, slurring his name, still half-asleep, "you okay?" he rubbed at his eye, and wilbur adores the sight infront of him.
techno's strawberry hair is strewn around wildly, face pulled up in a slight annoyance from being interrupted at his attempt at sleeping. the low light of the fireplace and some well-placed lantern highlights techno's frame like autumn leafs and dawn. "wilbur?"
"shit—yeah, yeah I'm okay," he rubbed at his back, "just fell is all."
techno decided not to comment, he tried to stood up with his bleary mind. "bedroom?"
wilbur nodded, standing up, "bedroom."
then they're off, already sleeping in eachothers embrace, steve joining in to ship away to the lands of hazy dreams, edward kept his focus on the fire that sways like flower in the wind, legs cramped up in the boat he sit.
the blizzard continues its onslaught, unforgiving.