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Spamton honestly didn’t really understand what had just happened to him. A moment ago, he’d been trying to memorize his script for his next show in his dressing room… only to get kidnapped by his partner, who decided he “deserved to take a little break.” Of course, Spamton had grumbled, tried to struggle out of Tenna’s arms… but the TV man was unfortunately very tall and very strong.
And so, the bird man found himself sitting on Tenna’s lap, trapped in his arms, on the couch in Tenna’s dressing room.
“Come on, Ten… that’s enough, you can let me go now. I’ve got a script to learn for tomorrow!”
“Nope! You work way too much without taking time to rest, and that’s not good for you, my little Spammy. Soo I’ve decided to force you to relax! With me!”
Tenna gently booped his nose, which immediately made his grumpy partner grumble in his arms. Sure… he did feel a little drowsy. He spent all his time talking with the staff, coming up with show ideas, or setting up meetings with potential sponsors… but still, he did take a few seconds to rest every now and then!
“No need, I’m fine, I’m not tired—”
A hand gently stroked his hair, then started scratching softly at his scalp. Oh, come on—that was a cheap trick. Spamton squirmed a little in his partner’s arms, but Tenna kept on scratching his hair. And as if that wasn’t enough, Tenna leaned in (or maybe shifted his size) to nuzzle his face against him.
“Te-een, I know what you’re doing! It’s not gonna work, I’m not tired!”
“...Should I take that as a sign that I need to make you tired then? No problem! I’ll be more than happy to help my beloved relax and drift off to sleep!”
Before Spamton could even complain or voice the slightest objection… Tenna blew a raspberry on the back of his neck, making him shriek on the spot. WHAT THE—Is Tenna serious right now? Is he really going to…? Soon enough, Tenna’s dressing room was filled with the sound of Spamton’s laughter, as he struggled helplessly in his partner’s arms. He knew Tenna would use that piece of information against him sooner or later! But for the sole purpose of tiring him out?
Alas, Spamton couldn’t think too much about it—he could only laugh, giggle, and squawk under Tenna’s curious fingers as they tickled his belly, his sides, and sometimes under his arms. And to make it worse, Tenna even had the audacity to talk to him like a baby! Argh… Not to mention the fact that every now and then, Tenna would nibble gently at his neck, making him squeak a little.
“Alright then… Are you tired, or should I keep going a little longer?” Tenna asked with a playful smile, while his fingers returned to scratch at Spamton’s scalp. Spamton let out an involuntary chirp as he caught his breath.
“...Okay, okay! You win, I’m tired! …Happy now? Can you let me go?”
There was a silence—or well, not a real silence, since the bird man was still chirping a little from the gentle head scratches his partner was giving him (since when was he this good at it?).
“Hm… so you can go back to your dressing room and study your script? Absolutely not! You’re staying right here, with me. Come on, stop fighting it, Spammy!”
Tenna lay down on the couch, pulling Spamton along with him. Spamton blinked in surprise, but… Tenna was actually kind of comfortable, and very warm. It was always a little hard to resist that comfort—to not close his eyes and let the fatigue and sleep carry him away… And his partner knew it very, very well. A hand stroked his back while Tenna’s screen played a children’s show (...Seriously? Good Night Kids?). Spamton rolled his eyes hard, lifting a hand to reach for the dial to change the channel… but his arm was far too short. His fingers only brushed against Tenna’s neck, which made him chuckle softly… A very, very important piece of information Spamton decided to keep in mind for later.
“...Geez, Tenna, if I’ve got to sleep here and now… a kids’ show isn’t gonna help. You know perfectly well what I’d rather… listen to.”
As silly as it was, there was one thing that did help him fall asleep! And it definitely wasn’t a children’s program. The hand on his back shifted up to his hair, gently stroking, while a soft white noise eventually began to hum quietly through the room.
There. Perfect.
Slowly, Spamton closed his eyes while Tenna covered him with one hand, his tail curling around him. It was far from the first time he’d had to “fight” his Spammy just to force him to rest… And it went both ways—Spamton did exactly the same whenever he didn’t want to rest! …He was just very weak against neck scratches, or when his partner decided to massage his antennae.
But well… neither of them was going to complain. They loved taking care of each other, no matter how childish it might seem at times!