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humid air swirls around in the night, crickets chirping and floorboards creaking— the subtle sounds of giggling and broken singing meshing in the dark night.
Chop Top had woken you up with a night terror about an hour earlier, chest heaving and deadly still in the bed next to you.
and like always, you cradled him like the small boy he was before ‘nam and turned the radio on quietly for a bit of background noise you know he’d appreciate.
ever the erratic person he is, as soon as Chop Top heard a song he liked he was bounding up from the bed— dragging you along with him.
rough calloused hands wrapped around yours oh so lovingly as he sways and dances with you, no rhyme or rhythm to it.
which leaves you to now, with him all but crooning and howling out a song for you; mimicking charlie rich’s smooth voice as well as he could.
giggling, you simply wrap your hands around his tighter. relishing in the way he sounds, and moves; relishing in everything he is.
gangly arms wrap around you as he presses his face into the crook of your shoulder, basically howling straight in your ear, yet you make no move to put distance between the two of you.
you hear a banging on the floor below you, and a yell of ‘Shut the hell up!’ from drayton and you can’t hold back a bark of laughter.
Chop Top— being ever the charming man he is, stomps on the floor, which only increases Draytons’ anger, the banging only becoming louder.
you both basically howl like hyenas at that. you take the time to stare at Chop Top as he’s so unguarded; a rare sight to be seen despite him seeming so loose lipped and free spirited.
sonny bono wig discarded on the nightstand, plate all but glistening in the moonlight like an odd pearl, he looks rabid as he howls with laughter, wide eyed and wild.
so perfectly Chop Top.