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Even if society has become an accepting place for hybrids, a lot of them have to smother a lot of their quirks in front of other people to seem civilized. Some may have to stop purring or wagging their tails, which is a bit unfair, but life is unfair to a lot of people.
But there are people who don’t mind these things, even if they’re completely human, and even find it endearing when a hybrid gets excited and straightens their ears or wags their tail, so hybrids at least have something going for them now.
Bad is glad he found Skeppy, someone he could be himself with. No matter how much the dragon hybrid annoys the other, Skeppy will always be by his side.
He wakes up slowly, cracking his eyes open only to close them instantly after with a wince because of the sunlight blinding his eyes that streams through the open window. He waits a couple of seconds to open his eyes again, raising one of his hands to shield his green eyes from the bright light.
After his eyes have adjusted to the sunlight, he rolls his head to the side, cheek squishing into the plush pillow his head is resting on, checking the alarm clock on his bedside table.
The digital clock reads “9:07” in bold letters that blink every couple seconds.
He stares at the alarm clock with bleary eyes for a couple seconds before he yawns quietly, rolling around so he’s laying on top of his leathery wings, which is a bit uncomfortable, but he can manage.
Well, he can manage until his wings feel too squished under the weight of his body so he rolls around again, wings spreading out behind him.
One of his arms bumps against something. Bad opens one of his eyes sluggishly to see what it was and smiles when he comes face to face with a certain tan boy with diamond freckles dappled around his face and body.
In his sleepy state, the shiny gems in Skeppy’s face and shoulders that are peeking out from the black oversized shirt the diamond hybrid is wearing, that suspiciously looks like a shirt Bad has worn one too many times, make his eyes light up and scaly tag wag, making small thumping noises against the mattress.
Bad moves himself closer to the boy who is sleeping on the bed with splayed limbs and a quiet snore emitting from his throat, one of his feet hanging off the bed and arms stretched on the rest of the mattress, the sheets on his side of the bed are wrinkled and spread all over the place, the pillow under his head is on the edge and close to falling to the floor but the diamond hybrid’s head weight on it stops that happening.
The dragon hybrid scoots closer to the other until they’re inches apart, he sneaks his arms around Skeppy’s torso, moving the diamond hybrid closer to him.
Skeppy mumbles something unintelligible under his breath and snuggles closer to Bad, shoving his face into the dragon hybrid’s shoulder. Bad places his chin on top of Skeppy’s head, black hair tickling his cheeks slightly.
They spend the next few minutes like that, only moving slightly every couple minutes. The diamond hybrid had brought his knees up in between his and Bad’s chest, his hands coming up to hold the neck of the tanktop the dragon hybrid is wearing, basically in a fetal position while Bad hugged him. Bad had moved his wings closer and put them on top of himself and Skeppy.
Bad is just breathing peacefully, on the verge of going back to sleep when Skeppy stirs, one of his hands coming up to rub his eyes, the other one holding onto the dragon hybrid’s shirt tighter.
“Bad.” Skeppy whines sleepily, stretching out the ‘a’ in Bad’s name, his hand going back down to hold the shirt with the other hand.
Bad chuckles sleepily, arms tightening around Skeppy, “Skeppy.” He whines back, also stretching out the ‘y’ in the name. The way the name was pronounced made it sound like he said ‘Geppy’ instead of Skeppy.
“What are you doing…” Skeppy asks in a tired tone, slumping against Bad, voice muffling because his face is smushed into Bad’s shoulder.
The dragon hybrid hums, moving his head so his lips are touching Skeppy’s hair, “You’re shiny.” He says, his tail wagging slightly, “I like you.” He concludes, his voice muffling because of Skeppy’s hair.
“You’re a dumbass,” Skeppy states, moving his head away from Bad’s shoulder slightly, just enough to be able to stare at the dragon hybrid with half lidded eyes, “You only like shiny things. I bet that's the only reason why you like me.” He laments with faux sadness, one of his hands moving to punch Bad softly on the chest.
“No.” Bad denies, dragging out the word, “I like you… not because you’re shiny.” He pauses, “Wait, no… I like your shininess.” His words slur together. Bad huffs out frustratedly, sleep weighing down on his mind making it hard to form coherent sentences, his eyebrows scrunch together as he tries his hardest to say what he wants to say.
Skeppy just laughs at his struggling, “Okay, okay.” He pats Bad’s chest, “I know, you big doofus.” He assures the dragon hybrid, Bad humming at his response as his slightly elongated ears flick happily.
After a couple minutes of simply laying in bed together before the diamond hybrid yawns and stretches his limbs, quiet cracking noises emitting from his bones, Skeppy grunts tiredly when he stops stretching.
The diamond hybrid hooks his chin on Bad’s shoulder, enjoying the peaceful moment for a couple seconds before he speaks.
“What time is it?” He asks, sleep still evident in his voice but less than before. Bad mumbles something indiscernible into his hair, curling around Skeppy sleepily.
“What?” He questions, prodding a finger into Bad’s cheek, the dark scales around the dragon hybrid’s face sliding against his finger.
Bad raises his head slightly, “Nine or somethin’.” He mumbles quietly before hooks his chin on Skeppy’s head, breathing softly.
The diamond hybrid nods at Bad’s answer before he freezes, eyes widening in panic.
Cursing under his breath, he tries to get up but the dragon hybrid just tightens his hold on him, succeeding in making him stay in bed.
“Bad!” He hisses through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna be late!” He whispers shouts, eyes wide as he tries to pry the other’s arms from his body.
“You’re not.” Bad whispers back, moving his head so it rests on Skeppy’s shoulder. The diamond hybrid huffs in irritation and peeks over Bad’s shoulder, face paling when the alarm clock reads “9:46” innocently, as if it didn’t make waves of panic wash over Skeppy.
“I am so late!” He shrieks, eyes widening even more as he fumbles to wriggle out of Bad’s grip, every time he gets closer to freedom Bad holds him closer. Bad’s legs intertwine with Skeppy’s legs, his tail coiled around one of the diamond hybrid’s ankles and his wings drape over the diamond hybrid like a cocoon to prevent Skeppy from leaving the warm blankets.
“Stop.” He warns, wiggling in Bad’s arms like a useless worm, “Stop!” He whines, throwing his head back as he tries to push the dragon hybrid away with his hands.
“I’m gonna get fired and it will be your fault!” He cries out, trying to kick Bad’s legs off him.
Bad just groans and snuggles closer to Skeppy, “You’re not gonna get fired.” The dragon hybrid contradicts tiredly, not being bothered by the several punches and kicks directed his way.
“I am! This is- Stop-” He shouts but Bad interrupts his objections.
“It’s Saturday.” He says, tone blank, relishing in the peace that enveloped the room when those words left his mouth.
Skeppy stopped his struggle completely, if he weren’t breathing or blinking, you’d think he dropped dead.
“... What.” His eye twitches, “So I woke up for no reason?” He asks, sadness coating his tone. Bad giggles at Skeppy’s despair, one of the hands holding onto Skeppy’s back moving to mess with the diamond hybrid’s hair, clawed fingers scratching his scalp, which causes Skeppy to slump onto Bad, grumbling swears under his breath but leaning into the touch.
“I’m going back to sleep.” Skeppy grumbles, eyes narrowed as he moves his arms so they’re hugging Bad’s neck, snuggling his face into his chest.
The dragon hybrid hums, agreeing with Skeppy.
“Sleep.” He agrees sleepily, although the word came out more like ‘leep’ instead of sleep because of Bad’s cloudy mind that is close to falling into the deep depths of unconsciousness.
He falls asleep with a content smile adorning his face.