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4:07am was the time his pc told him it was, the soft pattering of rain made known when he finally took off his headphones. His ears gave the dull throb they did when he'd left his headset on for too long, either streaming or editing, and he didn't quite remember when he'd started. Either way, other than the whirring of pc fans and rain hitting the roof, the world was silent, and Droid decided that Pezzy must have been asleep, or editing in his room.
His stomach gave a low grumble, and he patted it, as if he were soothing a grumpy animal.
New misssion: acquire ramen.
There was nothing better for a lazy 4am snack, surely, just some cup ramen to bring back to his room, a soda, watch some YouTube and then collapse into bed. The perfect plan, truly, and it was going to be a flawlessly executed mission.
Except, when he was walking down the stairs, his ears caught the sound of very, very soft voices, grainy, as if they were coming out of a phone speaker. They were laughing, and they were familiar, and they-- Oh, it was Grizzy's newest video, one where the tall man had made himself, Puffer and Pezzy try all sorts of disgusting "soda's", if they could be called that. Fucking Lester.
That did, however, mean that Droid was at least somewhat prepared for what he saw when he rounded the corner. The kitchen was mostly dark, but had a soft orange glow from a dim lamp they kept on overnight to provide light for any late-night snackers, so they didn't have to turn on the bright overhead lights. This dim orange light allowed him to see Pezzy, sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, face white from the video playing on his phone.
"I thought you were asleep," he said softly, watching Pezzy flinch and almost snap his neck to look at him. The thing that caught Droid's attention, though, was that Pezzy was definitely trying to hide his hands.
"I thought you were asleep!" Pezzy responded, curling his shoulders protectively over whatever his hands cradled.
"What do you have there?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he walked closer. Something about the aura of the night made him want to keep his voice down, keep their words hushed, as if there was anyone to overhear them anymore.
Spoiler alert, there wasn't, Grizzy and Puffer living in their own houses down the street.
"Nothing," Pezzy said, socks slipping on the counter as he tried to turn away from Droid, quietly giggling to himself.
Droid grabbed his knee, spinning him back around and dragging him closer to the edge and wedging himself between Pezzy's knees so he couldn't turn away again. He tilted his head down, laughing quietly at the cup of ramen noodles clutched in the shorter man's hands. He gently tapped the cup, shaking his head.
There was a moment of silence, a moment where Droid looked up at Pezzy's face through his lashes and messy hair. The others lips were slightly parted, and he was staring him with wide eyes, as if he hadn't expected Droid to grab him and spin him around. Droid took the opportunity to wrangle the fork out of his hands and take a mouthful of the ramen, which was, apparently, the kick Pezzy needed, because he grumbled and wrestled the fork back.
"Thief," he mumbled, ducking his head, and Droid almost could have sworn he saw red on Pezzy's face, but in the orange light, it was impossible to be sure.
"Thief? It's my ramen," Droid said, putting his hands on Pezzy's knees and leaning back further into his space. "You're the thief here, midnight snacker."
"In my defense, I thought you were asleep," he said, pouting, and Droid laughed lightly again.
"I was editing, and even if I was asleep, it doesn't make theft okay. I would've noticed in the morning."
"You've never noticed before."
Droid raised an eyebrow, mouth parting in an gob-smacked grin. "Oh, so you've done this before? How much of my food has fallen victim to the horrid midnight snacker?" Droid's hands wandered up Pezzy's thighs before shifting, one grabbing the cup of ramen and the other digging lightly into Pezzy's ribs, causing shocked giggles from the other man as he tried to grab Droid's wrist and hold it away.
"I was hungry!" Pezzy giggled, breathing heavy after the surprise attack. "You don't care when I take your food at restaurants."
"Yes, because I can tell you not to if I want to," Droid shook his head, grin still wide on his face.
"But you never tell me not to," was the response and, yeah, Pezzy had him there. He could have a full plate of food and take Droid's last fry and he didn't think he'd contest it.
He huffed, crowding back into Pezzy's space, and holding the cup between them. Slowly, he held the fork up to Pezzy until he took the mouthful, staring with wide eyes. Then, Droid took a mouthful, and gave one back to Pezzy, and so on and so forth, until they'd finished the cup.
"You're a thief," Droid muttered again, hooking his hands under Pezzy's arms and lifting him off the counter, setting him gently on the floor when he uncurled his legs.
"At least I'm a good one, I only just got caught."
"You've been caught stealing other things plenty of times," he said, having to angle his head slightly down to look at Pezzy because of how close they were standing.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Pezzy challenged, and Droid chuckled, shaking his head and tugging on the hoodie Pezzy was wearing. It was dark green, big enough to give the shorter man sweater-paws and leave space between his neck and the collar of the hoodie.
Most importantly, it was Droid's hoodie, and Pezzy was wearing it, which meant he'd stolen it.
Pezzy looked down, as if he were confused, as if he were so used to wearing Droid's clothes that he hadn't even noticed-
There was definitely a blush that time, red high on his cheekbones and quickly spreading to his temple, forehead and jaw. He stuttered over a few defensive words ["Well- It's- Listen here- It's comfy- It's, like-"] before Droid chuckled again, hushing him softly and shaking his head.
"I don't mind, Pezzy, I would've said something ages ago if I cared. I just like having some hoodies, so maybe give a couple back at some point, yeah?"
Pezzy nodded, folding his arms and grumbling a: "Yes, Droid."
Droid leaned down to bump his forehead against Pezzy's, letting the pressure sit there, and he received a little reciprocating push before he lifted his head and smiled. With his little silent goodbye given, he brushed past Pezzy and headed towards the stairs, intent on skipping all steps of mission: acquire ramen to just head straight to bed.