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Space always seems to be an issue for the four of them.
“Scoot over!! ” Subspace snaps, tail lashing angrily as he uses both legs to attempt to push off of Ban Hammer. “You’re taking up too much room!! ”
Or, for two of the four of them.
Katana is pulled awake by the commotion on the other side of the bed, bringing a hand up to rub at his eye sleepily. His ear twitches at the sound of the shrieks he’d unfortunately gotten used to. He (foolishly) didn’t originally think it’d happen enough for him to get used to, but oh well.
After checking him over to make sure he hasn’t gotten roped into the other two’s antics, he pulls Hyperlaser closer to him, humming contentedly at the soft chuff that leaves him in his sleep. He isn’t quite sure how the mercenary manages to sleep through Subspace and Ban Hammer’s nightly bickering over room, but he supposes he’s lucky for it.
“Y’ ‘ave enuf room,” Ban Hammer slurs, jaws parting in an over exaggerated yawn. As if to be petty, he rolls over to the point of nearly crushing Subspace — and the smaller shrieks angrily, squirming and wiggling underneath his large frame. But despite his best efforts, he hardly moves an inch.
“You OAF!! ” Subspace spits venomously, and that is what causes Hyperlaser to finally stir with a low groan.
Instantly, the other three freeze in place — Ban Hammer slowly gets up from where he was nearly suffocating Subspace, having the gall to look sheepish, while Subspace is deathly still with his tail poised straight up in the air.
They stay quiet for a while, immobile, barely breathing until Hyperlaser falls back asleep with a sigh. Subspace is the first to break, squirming to a position where his back is facing Ban Hammer with an annoyed huff. His fur bristles when the demigod reaches out a hand to grab at his shoulder, and he hisses sharply.
“Quiet, both of you. You’ll wake him again.”
Katana’s voice causes both of them to freeze again. Reluctantly, Subspace’s fur falls flat. He grumbles something incomprehensible underneath his breath as he shuts his eye, positioning himself as far away from Ban Hammer as possible.
Dejected, Ban Hammer begins to move again — Katana stifles a sign when he feels him scoot his way over to wrap himself around him, but it’s better than him getting Subspace angry by being near him. Katana will take it. He scoots both him and Hyperlaser over a tad bit to make room for the other, and then it’s finally quiet.
Katana chuffs in contentment, eye falling closed as he almost manages to drift off to sleep again
…But not for long, as Subspace starts to wiggle until he’s curled up next to Hyperlaser with a content chitter. Katana cracks an eye open to watch as he buries his face in the mercenary’s shoulder. He’s fond of how fond Subspace seems to be of Hyperlaser, despite everything, and he reaches out to scratch behind one of Subspace’s ears.
A sleepy purr is pulled from the scientist’s throat, tail moving to curl around Hyperlaser’s leg as he snuggles closer in an attempt to get closer to Katana as well. But after a moment he seems to realize what he’s doing, and he pulls himself back slightly with a growl. Katana doesn’t pay it any mind; he’s used to it.
Ban Hammer, seemingly feeling left out, whines. “No fair,” he huffs out quietly, and Katana placatingly lifts his other hand from where it was wrapped around Hyperlaser’s chest to instead scratch behind one of Ban Hammer’s ears instead.
“I’m tired,” Katana rumbles quietly. It’s a warning, clear as day, but it’s soft. “You both need to stop keeping me up like this. It happens nearly every night, doesn’t it?”
At least Ban Hammer manages to look guilty. He pushes his face into Katana’s shoulder, whereas Subspace looks like he could care less as he tries to sneak his way back over with an uninterested, sleepy expression. He stops moving when Katana raises an eyebrow — smartly, he lays back down with an annoyed hiss and twitch of his tail, turning away from the three of them.
He won’t stay that way for long; he never does, despite how dramatic he is. And Katana is proven right when not even thirty seconds later he wiggles his way back over, pushing his face into Hyperlaser’s cheek. The mercenary still doesn’t stir, but a small smile forms on his face.
It seems to be the final adjustment for the night. Katana allows his eye to droop shut, hand slowly falling from Ban Hammer’s ear. The demigod doesn’t protest; he’s already snoring again, large hands wrapped around Katana’s waist.
A content rumble rises from Katana’s throat, and it doesn’t take him long to fall back asleep.
He’s content, the other three are content, and that’s all that he needs.