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The express is always cold during the night. Well “night time” is kinda hard to gauge when there isn't anything to really indicate a day/night sequence but Sunday digresses.
Sunday scuffles around March’s makeshift bed of pillows and comforters which is laid on the floor for him. It's comfortable, stupidly comfortable, but even so, Sunday can't sleep. It's only been a few weeks since he boarded the Express so Sunday wasn't surprised when there wasn't a room available. And as a result, he began rooming with a few of the trailblazers, specifically Caelus and March. It wasn't entirely bad, just more embarrassing (Well for Sunday it is) than anything else. Though between March’s snoring and Caelus… sleep fighting, sleep talking, sleep singing??, Is that why he sleeps in a separate car…? he really, really, doesn't know what's worse.
Sunday gets up, neatly folding the ruffled blanket March borrowed him and quietly exiting March’s room. As Sunday walks out to the hallway, the distant stars twinkling in the ink black abyss, he mulls over where to rest for the remainder of the night. Perhaps he can find rest in the expresses kitchen? Hopefully the conductor won't mind…
Just as he was about to step out into the main lobby area, the door swung open revealing a tired Dan Heng nursing a cup of hot tea. “Oh. Mr. Dan Heng, I didn't expect you to be awake…” He whispers, careful not to accidentally wake up the other passengers of the express. “Please, Dan Heng is fine and no worries, I was just making a cup of tea. I am having some trouble sleeping.” Dan Heng answered back. His voice hushed and low in volume. Sunday nodded in understanding, his fingers fiddling with the cuff of his night blouse. The two stood there in awkward silence, having nothing to say to keep their short conversation rolling. Just as Sunday was about to bid his farewells and leave Dan Heng spoke. “If I may ask,” he started, looking squarely at Sunday with a puzzled expression. “Why are you up this late?”
Sunday blinked at the question then smiled sheepishly, his fingers finding way to his hair twisting it absentmindedly. “Well I also couldn't sleep, so I was maybe considering finding rest at the expresses kitchen…” He chuckles lightly, saying it out loud it is a bit childish but he doesn't want to bother the others so late at night with such small concerns. Dan Heng continues to look at him saying nothing and letting the silence continue on before swallowing thickly and diverting his eyes to his now warm cup of tea. “Well, if you don't mind, you can sleep with me for the night. If it's no trouble…” Out of all things Sunday hadn't been expecting that. Admittedly, out of all the express members, Dan Heng was on the list of being close to in terms of alone time.
(Of course he wanted to be in all of the expresses good graces, especially after what happened and what he did back in Penacony. It's just… Hes had crushes before, but he never dared to dwell or even act upon them as he was head of the Oak family during those times. But now things are different, he’s trying something new and hopes for the better and to be better.)
Sunday cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind as he realized he hadn't said anything in a while. “Ahem.. Of course, I mean– I don't mind as long as you're comfortable with me intruding on your space…” He stumbles over his words and embarrassment takes over his face, his wings flapping once– twice– before they shield the beginning flush of his cheeks. Dan Heng chuckles softly before slowly walking towards the archives. “I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't comfortable, yes?” He says bluntly and Sunday all feels more embarrassed at his own answer from before. “Ah, right of course. Well if you excuse me..” And he follows Dan Heng where he resides in the archives.
The rest of the night was a blur of warmth and drowsiness for Sunday, all he remembers is the feeling of his legs entangled with another while a cool, presumably a nose, tickles the side of his neck. He doesn't mind though because between the utter horror of Caelus's sleep antics, and March 7th snoring, Sunday thinks he might have to ask Dan Heng if he can crash at his room more often..
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March 7th awakens at the sound of her phone pinging from a notification. Drowsily, she reaches out for it in the direction of the noise and after a few failed attempts she touches the hard case of her phone. “Ow…” The bright light of the screen simultaneously blinds her and makes her even more awake.
Caelus 🦝🗑
Dan Hengs is going to kill me but this was worth it
Blackmail material >:))
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March 7th stares at her phone in perpetual shock, before grinning a wide smile, tapping her phone screen aggressively to save the image. Oh I am going to have a field day with this! March thought, leaping off her bed and getting ready for a day of trailblazing.