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“Wow, I kinda forgot how… small your place is.”
Wifies circles the birdcage, flicking the iron bars that made up the walls with a sharp ting! sound reverberating throughout the space.
“Alright, shut up bro.” Parrot rolls his eyes with a huff, dumping some leftover supplies into the chests he has lined against the wall. If you can even call it a wall.
“I'm serious! How are we supposed to have a sleepover here? Your bed takes up, like, half the room on its own.” He gestures to the small twin-sized bed across the singular room. “You're gonna be practically on top of me.”
“Okay, you're exaggerating. My house isn't that small,” It's true, he was, “You can set up your bed over there, I'll grab the snacks.” Parrot doesn’t look over at Wifies, simply pointing in his general direction. He gets the hint anyway, placing the bed he brought against the opposite wall of Parrot’s. He sits down, finally taking off his armour and elytra, stuffing it into his inventory.
“You brought the games?” Wifies looks back up at him, watching as he moves to sit in the middle of the floor. Not like he has any furniture to use anyway, his house empty of anything but chests and his own bed.
“I got cards?” He swipes through his hotbar, tossing the pack towards him.
“Just cards?” Parrot asks as he catches it, raising an eyebrow. Wifies looks to the side.
“I don't know. Never been to a sleepover before, I didn't know what to bring.”
“Oh my god, dude, I’m dealing with an amateur over here.” Wifies ignores his comment, instead opting to look outside. The sky looks dark, and while the sun had set an hour or two ago, he should still be able to see some stars at least. A cold breeze pushes through the bars, and he shivers, sliding down off his bed and onto the floor across from Parrot.
“Toss ‘em.” He gestures to the cards, finally looking away from the darkening sky.
“You're gonna pull out some insane card trick, I swear.”
“No way.”
“Yes way! I bet you looked up some magician's course online when you were like, 12 and memorized it. Something cheesy like ‘Giovanni’s Fantastic Guide to Card Tricks!’ and you know all forty-eight on there.”
He chuckles, catching the deck and shuffling it in a way that looks far too fancy. “Sounds like you're the one who memorized it.”
“You're literally doing it right now!”
“Doing what?” He asks, blinking innocently as he stops shuffling, opting instead to perform a complicated-looking flourish, then goes back to shuffling.
“I hate you so much.”
Wifies giggles, and the night slips away from them. They play a few rounds of various games, quickly discovering that most card games are more fun with a group, rather than just two people. They laugh regardless, welcoming the well-needed distraction from Clown. He's about to suggest a third round of speed when a crash of thunder shakes the birdhouse, and he jumps. Wifies turns to look back outside the birdcage, and he knew something was up with those skies.
“Are we about to get rained on?” He asks, squinting past the bars in an attempt to see if the trees further out are wet or not.
Parrot groans, leaning back against his bed. “Yeah, probably,” Wifies can see him turn to look outside too from the corner of his eye, “I think it’ll pass over quickly.”
“That looks pretty heavy to me, man.” Another boom of thunder causes him to wince. “Are you sure?” He glances back at him, the grimace on Parrot's face not comforting him in the slightest.
“Nope. We can hope, though.” Parrot begins to pack up the cards when a spattering of rain comes down on the roof, transforming into a downpour before he can finish.
Wifies turns to make a comment and stops when he feels some droplets on his back. He spins around to see the bars of the birdcage doing absolutely nothing to keep the rain out, and his bed next to them getting soaked. He shouts something out and scrambles to his feet, grasping onto the edge of the bed and pulling it away from the walls and into the middle. Parrot drops the cards and turns to his own bed, cursing under his breath and copying Wifies.
“Dude, my bed's soaked!” Wifies grimaces, walking around the edge to lift up the sodden blankets. He drops them with a defeated sigh.
“Yeah, mine too. At least we’re dry?” Parrot’s sheepish smile falters at his glare. “Hey, I'm trying to look on the brightside here.” He plops down onto the edge of his bed, swinging his feet.
“Worst day for it to storm unprompted,” he sighs and lays down, ignoring the way the wet seeps into his hoodie, “do you do this every time it rains?”
“Um, to be honest I don't really do anything when it rains. I don't mind getting wet, except for swimming, now that's annoying.”
“You're telling me you just sit there?” He raises an eyebrow, looking up at him.
“Yeah…? I don't really think about it. Call it bird instincts, it's how it's meant to be or whatever.” He shrugs and lays down as well, turning on his side to look towards Wifies.
“You're weird, man.” He huffs, matching Parrot’s position. He holds his gaze for a long moment, simply analyzing his features. Parrot always looks so soft around him. With anyone else, he's tense and laser-focused on whatever task is at hand, barely cracking a smile. With Wifies however, it's like he can't stop smiling. He's even smiling right now, all dopey-like despite the wet sheets, and Wifies can't do anything to stop his cheeks from heating up at the realization that they are much closer than they should be.
“We moved our beds together.”
“Oh, we did.” Parrot’s voice is flat despite the flush across his face.
The two of them stay like that, simply gazing at each other, close enough to touch for what feels like hours. Wifies’ stomach swirls in what some would call butterflies, but he simply calls nervousness, in quiet contemplation. It hadn’t been that long since they first met, just over two months by now, and he had been imprisoned for some of it. Still, neither of them makes any attempt to move apart. He feels entirely comfortable laying next to Parrot, even as the storm rumbles on outside, even as Clown plans his next attack. Wifies finds that he simply doesn’t care about whatever trouble he gets dragged into, as long as he can stay in arms reach. Finally, he takes a breath and musters up enough courage to lean over and press a simple, sweet kiss to Parrot’s cheek. He mutters a quiet goodnight and turns over before he can see his reaction, trying to will his body to relax into sleep as soon as possible. He pretends not to hear the soft giggle from behind him or notice the arm around his waist, but it's safe to say that when they wake up the next morning, they're a little closer than they were the night before.