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Janus sighs letting himself sink into his bed. He cuddles into the warmth of his heated blankets, finally feeling himself relax. It has been a very very long day with the other sides and all he wants is to rest. (It sometimes felt like the whole Thomassphere was against him getting rest) He moved his hand from under his blanket to hold onto his boyfriend's arm. This is a very rare moment of peace and Janus plans on savoring every second of it.
Remus (on a dare) had decided to drink a gallon of gasoline a few hours earlier and had promptly passed out. He lays on top of the bedsheets drooling and kicking every few minutes. He mumbles incoherent thoughts that Thomas had throughout the day while clenching his tattered blanket.
When a particularly hard kick jolted Janus awake he signed looking over at his (surprisingly) still sleeping boyfriend. A small puddle of drool was forming on Remus pillow and small red dots formed where he had clawed himself. Janus smiled to himself, running his fingers through his very messy green hair. It felt wiry and hard despite how fluffy it looked. Janus squinted at the clock on his bedside table, unable to read it without his glasses. Whatever time it was, it was late and he didn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet. He took his hand out of his boyfriend's hair when he felt something bite his finger tip. He smiled again and decided to just rest his hand on Remus’ hand. He tugged his blanket back to his chest and felt himself drift back to sleep.
When the sun hit his lidless eye Janus felt himself wake up again. Feeling the stinging of his dry eye he reached over to his bedside table for his eyedrops. Though instead of a plastic bottle he felt something furry. He turned his head to see a ball of fur, tentacles, and many MANY eyes. The ball pressed itself against his hand vibrating and making clicking sounds.
“Do you like it!?”
Janus jumped suddenly, feeling Remus jump on top of him. He relaxed, realizing it was just his boyfriend.
“Oh, by the way I wouldn’t put my hand there.”
Janus looked over at the creature seeing it open what looked like a mouth with too many teeth to fit. Janus snatched his hand back and Remus took it as an opportunity to grab his hand and poke at his scales.
“Remus dear?”
“Yes bee vomit?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too! Oh I have to go before Roman wakes up, I got him a present!”
Remus grabs the creature and rolls off the bed falling through the floor. Janus then reaches for his eyedrops and heads to the bathroom. He has a feeling it’s going to be a fun day.