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“Bärchen,” Kurt’s whisper cuts through the serene quietness of the room. His fan was running on its highest setting, making her eyes squint with the creaks of its plastic. The soft breathing that came from his nose was disrupted by his next words. “Are you still awake?”
“Hmm,” is the only response she can muster in the form of a groan. She halfheartedly wonders if the laptop in her bedside dresser managed to pick up the noise.
She doesn't need to look at him to know the blue devil is frowning. There's the sound of fabrics shifting from his side of the video call, his voice becoming the slightest bit louder. “Are you about to fall asleep, then? Mausebär, why are you still up?”
Lifting a hand from over her eyes, she glares at him. “I’m not small or a bear,” she grunts, feeling her lips make the beginnings of a pout. “you know that, Kay.”
There's the click of his mouse before complete silence comes from his end of the line. One well-placed look after an annoyingly long blink reveals Kurt with his legs curled up in his seat, the sitting portion of it twirling as he hides his face behind his book. It was one of Douglas Adams’ books— the newest one that was released the year before, she thinks. Life, the Universe, and Everything if she remembered correctly.
His tail curled around his shins, the spade-shaped end of it tapping the letters of his keyboard. Another sweep of the laptop screen shows her that he was typing in the call’s connected chatroom. His typing was slow and calculated, making sure he spelled each letter correctly.
> I’m sorry, bärchen!
> I couldn't help but laugh!
> You're cute when you're tired, you know!
Her eyes jump from the chat to the live video. His fur was still growing in, allowing her to catch the purple tint that came from his blood flowing beneath his face. His tail moved to curl around one of his legs and round itself up to his closest arm.
Reaching an arm out, she types out her response with a blank expression.
> Yeah?
> Whatever you say, angel.
> Did you mute because Peter woke up?
> Yes and yes!
Kurt’s response rips a snort from her lips, forcing her to cover her mouth to keep from waking Ororo as well. He watches with doe-eyes as she turns on her back, earbud falling from its perch. His enthusiasm and nervousness came across clearly in his single text.
> Would you like to hear again?
> If you want, sure.
> Are you just gonna read the entire time?
Kurt unmutes his computer and she's immediately met with the noises of the silver-speedster's complaints. There's kicking from his side of the dorm room as he tries to make himself comfortable on top of his blankets, sneering the entire way through.
“— like I said dude;” Peter scoffs, turning onto his stomach with a cough. His voice was faint but just clear enough to make out what he was saying. “I don’t care how you and your girlfriend spend your time together, but you could at least be less gross about it. I don’t wanna hear about—”
“I get it, Peter! I do, I promise. I didn't mean to be so loud, I’m sorry.” Kurt's apologies are as quick and as quiet as they usually are during these calls. The hand not holding his book was offering a twinkie to his roommate in hopes of peace. “Take this and pretend it never happened?”
Peter catches the sweet without issue and stares at it as though it had been the reason behind every wrong in the world. His gaze travels between it and Kurt before finally landing on the monitor of their shared computer. “Alright,” he sighs, tearing the packaging of the twinkie before throwing it away and biting off a mouthful of it.
> Tame the beast yet again?
> I don’t think he knows we know what he does early in the mornings.
The silence that follows Kurt’s message isn't long but they're able to understand each other perfectly with their long stare.
The silence is only broken when she lets out a stifled laugh, the blue devil following after.