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”Why do you sleep like that?”
Elliot, leaning on the side of the door frame, arms crossed. He bore witness to 007n7 waking up early for the first time.
However, a little less of an endearing pose—rather, the type of cross-your-arms as a debt collector. Elliot was about to collect his, "confuse 007n7," taxes for the day.
007n7 yawned, slowly sitting himself up in his bed. “Like what?”
“You know, the…” Elliot cradles his wrists—making a t-rex type of shape of his hands. “The—the, that.”
“T-The what?” 007n7 beckoned, a second time. “You have to be more specific.”
Pizza boy who has a terrible way of explaining things, versus burger boy who needs a step by step explanation for things.
Clearly, this was not working out, as Elliot poorly mimicked both a dracobloxxer and the way 007n7 appears in his sleep. This was putting a bad name on c00lkidd's legacy.
Elliot droops his arms, hitting his legs within the process. Maybe he should quit yapping. “Dude, like. You sleep like a dracobloxxer. Like, baby cradling position. Fetal. In the womb.”
“What?” 007n7 flinched at the sound, giving him a few slow seconds to process what Elliot had asked. “Baby—baby cradle position?”
“Cradling. Cradling position.”
007n7 squinted. He took a side glance to the outside window, then back to Elliot. “Cradle… Position.”
A quiet fell between the two as 007n7 struggled to understand a baby cradle position.
“Cradle position,” Elliot affirms, to make sure 007n7 didn't hear wrong—but he didn't hear right either.
Elliot stood corrected, the allegations of 007n7 and c00lkidd being more similar than he thought; he was pretty sure c00lkidd was a dracobloxxer, the way The Spectre shaped him to be—does that mean 007n7 is also a dracobloxxer?
“I, uuh, I don't know. I guess it's comfortable to have my wrists lay like that while I sleep.”
“You mean bent? You are, kind of, a crazy man.”
007n7 holds his blanket. “Is this a signifier of people being crazy when they sleep with their wrists laid—or, bent, per sé.”
“I like how you're more focused on me questioning why you sleep with your wrists absurdly bent rather than, like,” Elliot sat himself on 007n7’s bed, “me watching you sleep.”
007n7 reached his hand to the back of his neck, scratching awkwardly. “It's not very unsurprising. I know you're awake before everyone else, I believe? I had to watch you sleep a couple of times. It doesn't bother me.”
“What doesn't bother you?”
“The, uh—” 007n7 looks down, then back up at Elliot, nervously. “—watching you sleep, part.”
“Reeeeaalistically, watching anybody sleep should be the upsetting, part.”
007n7 felt a little confused at the moral Elliot was in an attempt to give him. “Are… Are you not being a little self aware right now? Sorry.”
“You're a dork. You don't mind anything I do, burger boy,” Elliot softly smiled at 007n7, lightly tapping his cheek with his palm.
007n7 looked like a sad, wet dog. “Is there a lesson out of this…? Are you trolling me?"
“That you're a dork?” Elliot chuckled. “No, I already knew that. You should know this too."
007n7 slumped his posture, grouchily. “I just woke up and you're making me feel like there's a big event going on that I happened to miss out on. Come to think of it, I'd rather not know anything right now."
“The only big event I can think of is me making fun of your fetal-dracobloxxer-position.”
007n7 glances—exhaustedly—at Elliot, sharing an eye contact of two different emotions—seemingly, a two sided coin. 007n7 seemed ready to go back to bed while Elliot was about to burst into laughter from messing with his boyfriend so early.
“That should be my cue,” 007n7 lifts his blanket back over his shoulders. “Wake me up when rounds,” he yawns, “start.”
Elliot chortles loudly, tugging the blanket off of the grouchy 007n7—a tug of war with a sleepy man. “Wait! No! I won't mess with you any further! You don't wanna wake up to randomly dying by a killer!”
007n7 was a pillar to his bed: Elliot did not give up on bothering him for the remainder of the morning. He had to wake the burger boy up a better way, didn't he?
"You could've just given me coffee…" 007n7 groaned, mumbling to himself within his enrichment. How cute, he laid like a beetle within his blanket.
"That's at the far away cabin. Guest needs that coffee more than you, old man."
"I'm gonna need the coffee for the more I deal with you."
Elliot papped 007n7's waist, like an incorrectly played drum. "Great! We can move to Guest's cabin. Wanna move together soon?"
007n7 covered his entire head with his blanket, humming annoyedly as a distressed motor engine.