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007n7 groaned as he stretched across the couch, his best friend above him mindlessly scrolling through something to watch on the bright tv illuminating in the room.
“Ugh..fuck.” The exploiter grumbled, shuffling around, seemingly uncomfortable with his current position laid across the others lap. Noli mostly ignored him at first, but he just kept fucking moving around. Noli looked down, meeting the irritated gaze of the other.
“What?” Noli muttered.
“My fucking back hurts, man..”
“Well Seven, [no one] told you to practically throw yourself over a [d-damn] gate, did they?”
The hacker rolled his eyes at him, sighing as he let his hands rest behind his head. “Well, the admins were close to seeing me, okay?”
“I needed some form of getting out of trouble.”
Noli looked completely unamused, but still had the slightest hint of a smile on his face. “Couldn’t have used your little gui?”
Besides the recklessness, it was still admirable in Noli’s eyes how the other managed to get away with this stuff, honestly.
“It’s the coolgui, Noli.” He corrected the other. “Plus, didn’t have a chance to get it out til after I was over that damn gate..”
“It’s the [c00lgui] Noliii!” Noli mocked him as 007 huffed in annoyance, glaring up at him before sitting up, legs still thrown over the others.
“Oh, shut up would you?”
“Anyway, find anything interesting yet?” Seven asked.
“Nope..”
While 007 continued rambling on about how shitty everything they scrolled by was, complaining that finding actually well made movies was a rarity these days. 007 faced the tv, while Noli found himself unable to stop staring at the other. They were already close to each other beforehand but, he could see Seven more up close now that he was sitting upright. He was mostly face to face with his brown locks but, even with his head turned toward the tv he could see just half of the others face and despite the guy being slightly unkempt, he just..couldn’t find it in himself to look away.
It was pretty normal for them to hang out on the couch like this. 007n7 liked to just lazily throw himself onto the couch sometimes, Noli just happening to be sitting there before he does. It was just guys being guys, ya know? Hanging out. Laying over each others laps was like, totally a normal guy thing. Even though Noli knew 007 would sometimes find himself embarrassed at the thought of anyone seeing the two together like this. But it didn’t matter, at least they could have this in private.
“Are you even listening?”
Noli snapped out of his thoughts when 007 turned to look at him, wearing an irritated expression. “Oh. Yeah, [my bad—]“
“Yah, that is your bad..” He quickly cut him off, taking the remote and turning on some random thriller series.
After a little while of watching the first episode, Noli hears the exploiter slightly mumbling something about this show being shit, all while shuffling a bit and probably still irritated about his dumb back problem.
“Ughh…” 007 flopped back down, a hand on his face as he groaned. “I’m gonna fucking die i swear.”
“You’re dramatic” Noli chuckled, putting his hands up in defense as the other huffed at him.
“Here, just lay down a different way, [Seven]..”
Noli reached out a hand but it was quickly swatted away, and Noli blinked at the other, but didn’t bother commenting on it. 007 laid himself down, head laid onto his roommates lap as he sighed, slightly bringing his knees to his chest. 007 continued to watch the show like normal, sometimes mumbling or laughing about something stupid that happened on screen. Unlike usual, Noli could barely find himself paying much attention to what the other was saying.
This was..new. Kind of? Is laying your head on your best friends lap normal? Is laying in your bros lap ever casual?? Not like the thought mattered much..Noli’s brain still felt like it was going into overdrive.
He looked down at the other, getting an idea but hesitating a bit. Noli..wanted his hands on him. Not in an odd way. He didn’t wanna make things weird and all. But seeing the guy this calm wasn’t something he got so often, his facial features seemed even softer than ever in this lighting for some reason.
You know what, who even cares?
They were this far in anyway. Anything a little further couldn’t possibly be that weird.
Slowly, he reached out a hand, placing it in 007’s hair as the other slightly flinched, glancing up at Noli over his shoulder.
“What’re you doing?” He asked accusingly.
What was he doing?
“Just.. [messing] around with your hair, i guess.” He was just saying things. But it wasn’t inherently untrue, he was just messing with the others hair.
At first, Noli thought he was going to get pushed away like any other time 007 was fed up with his shenanigans. But this time he just.. turned back around and focused more on the tv rather than his roomie.
Well, it wasn’t a bad thing. Did he just not care? Noli spared himself thinking of the details, letting his palm settle on the side of the others head as he carded his fingers through the mess of brown hair. Despite how it may look on an outsiders view, his hair was actually surprisingly..well kept. A few kinks here and there, and a little greasy, but nothing crazy.
He continued playing with the others hair a bit as the two sat in silence, until Noli noticed the slight wag of the others tail against his stomach. 007 hated the existence of it, Noli remembered how the other ranted in about how sick his horns were but how much he hated that damn tail. Says it made his life like, 10x harder which Noli kind of doubts, but whatever he says.
Besides, Noli thought it was kind of cute. Despite what the other thinks about it. He’d sometimes tease him about it, but mostly decided it was better to stay silent to avoid the others ‘wrath’. Still thought it was pretty damn funny though.
“Your tails movin, Seven.” He spoke up, the other moving slightly.
“Hm..? Be quiet, it just like, does that sometimes..” 007 yawned, the tiredness audible in his voice. Noli snickered.
“You got it.” He relented, going back to play in the others hair.
007 wasn’t moving around as much as earlier now, feeling heavier in his lap which Noli assumed was the latter falling asleep. He continued for a little longer, his other hand unconsciously moving to gently grab the others tail.
The exploiter stiffened under his touch, making Noli stop his hand and look down at him.
“..Hey, hands off me alright?” The other muttered, voice slightly wavering as he failed to meet Noli’s gaze.
Did he do something wrong? 007 seemed just fine a minute ago but..oh.
It was clearly the tail. It was exactly the moment he touched it, Noli isn’t dumb enough not to notice that..Even with the other facing away from him, he can see the slightest hint of red creeping onto his face.
“..Yeah. [That’s—] that’s my bad.” Noli relents, about to go back to playing with the others hair when he suddenly stood up.
007 ran a hand through his hair, looking off to the side and scratched the back of his head. “I’m gonna go to bed now. See you later, Noli..”
Before Noli could say anything back the other was already walking toward his room, shutting the door as he presumably, was going to sleep.
Noli soon after realized he was slightly drowsy too. But still..he would’ve liked to sit with 007 just a little longer than that. Would’ve been nice, oh well. He soon after stood up himself, turning off to tv and walking to his own room.
He’d just see the other in the morning.