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“You’re falling asleep.”
Gloves head snapped up, and he rubbed his eye, glancing over at Vintage. This was—what, the third time he had nearly fallen asleep? It was probably more, but he couldn't be bothered to count at this point.
“..No I’m not.” It would’ve been convincing if he didn’t yawn halfway through that sentence. Vintage raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
“If you’re too tired, we can just leave this for tomorrow.” The two had been binge watching movies all afternoon and late into the night, and a glance at the digital clock on the tv desk showed that it was well past 11 pm. No wonder Gloves was exhausted. But the glow squid refused to fall asleep this easily. People stayed up all night all the time, watching a movie should be nothing!
“I’m fine, Vin.” He said, smiling despite the fact his eyelids felt heavier than the Rainmaker. “This was your movie choice, right? I wanna get through the whole thing!” The Inkling gave a weak smile, and Vintage still didn’t buy it. But..
“..fine. I chose the movie after this one too if you fall asleep, though.” He said, turning back to the tv screen. Vintage was joking around, of course, but knowing his partner, Gloves would probably take that as a challenge.
“Hah! As if.. that would happen.” Gloves did take it as a challenge. He pouted and readjusted how he was sitting on the couch, so that he was now sitting straight up. He would stay awake through this entire movie, he thought. He would stay awake, and then be able to hold it over Vintage when he didn’t fall asleep and the end credits began to roll.
That had originally been his plan.
But as the movie went on, Gloves found his eyelids drooping lower and lower, it getting slowly harder and harder to keep them open until almost a quarter way through the movie Vintage felt something warm on his shoulder.
He looked over, and Gloves was already fast asleep, the spots on his tentacles pulsing softly with his heartbeat. Vintage looked down at him for a moment, before softly smiling. Although he would never admit it, Vintage always thought Gloves looked a lot more… peaceful when asleep. Not the loud, attention-seeking cool Inkling everyone else knew, but just someone normal.
Someone Vintage loved.
He was about to get up and carry the glow squid to their shared bedroom—before he paused.
“…”
Vintage quickly but quietly pulled his phone out, and took a selfie of himself and Gloves still fast asleep on his shoulder. Then he grabbed the tv remote and turned the tv off (they only got about 35 minutes through it, he noted). And then he got up, gently picking up the other and carrying Gloves to the bedroom.
Vintage set the other down on the bed, walking over to the other side to lay down as well and pull the blankets over both of them. He looked up, and admired Gloves for a moment. The moonlight peeked through the curtains ever so slightly (something Gloves, and sometimes Vintage always complained about when the sun would wake them up, blinding them), and it made the other look straight out of a painting. The glow from his tentacles added a sort of ethereal glow to him, too.
Maybe that was just because he’s a glow squid. Or.. my own imagination.
Vintage huffed and smiled, one barely noticeable with the slightest upturn of his lips. He leaned close, gently kissing Gloves on the forehead before closing his eyes and accepting sleep.
“Goodnight, love.”