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Ghidorah woke up cold. That was the first thing they noticed. It was cold. Like Antarctica had been.
The second thing they noticed was being pinned to a table.
What’s going on? The room was a sterile, unfeeling white, and there were people crowded around them, one with a knife in hand.
With rising panic, Ichi realized he couldn’t feel anything from Ni. Ichi tipped his head over, expecting to find himself alone.
Like he still looked every day and couldn’t see Kevin.
But Ni was there. He wasn’t asleep, eyes wide open but blank. Nothing when Ichi reached out with his own mind to find Ni’s locked up tight. Ni was always better at locking himself away. Being untouchable. Unfortunately, it also meant Ichi was on his own.
When Ni got like this, it always meant Ichi was on his own. It was almost unfair that Ni could shut down and leave Ichi alone. The other would be cooperative, but numb to everything going on in the present moment. Ichi wasn’t even sure if Ni could think when he shut down like this.
Right. The knife. The creature above him was using it to cut into Ichi’s wing, but Ichi couldn’t feel a thing. Like they were paralyzed.
In a sudden moment of clarity, the last hours- days- weeks- months? - all came back to Ichi.
The cutting. The voices, even now, theorizing. Writing. Whispering to him like he was a wounded animal when he fought. When he refused to cry.
“To the C2, on both sides,” someone was instructing the person with the knife.
No. No more cutting. Ichi surged upwards, suddenly alive with energy. Someone shoved a needle into his arm, but Ichi spread their wing and smacked the person back before they could push the syringe all the way in.
“Calm, calm. Shhh,” the leader was trying to tell him. “You’re okay. Just a little-“
Ichi broke the clasp around his neck and raised his head, preparing to-
And then he felt tired. So, so tired. Ichi glanced back at his arm, the person in the white pressing the syringe all the way.
No. This was Ghidorah’s last chance. Ichi was sure of it. Ichi aimed his lightning at the walls, and the white exploded into fiery orange.
His escape was so close.
Ghidorah dragged themselves off the table, then broke into a frantic, stumbling run and dove out the hole in the wall.
It was a further drop than he anticipated, and they landed hard enough for the breath to get knocked out of them.
Ichi made them get back on their feet and run, run, run, not sure of where they were going besides away.
He wasn’t sure how long it was before they stopped, panting heavily. Ichi’s mind felt foggy.
We did it. We escaped. Now all they had to do was figure out which way home was. Ichi took a deep breath. Don’t fall asleep now, he commanded himself (and partially to whatever part of Ni’s mind was listening), just have to get home.
Ichi stumbled forward, towards where he instinctively knew the direction of home was.
“There!” someone yelled. Ichi glanced up. A person in a white coat was pointing to them. “I found it!”
No. No. How did they find him?
Ghidorah broke into a run again, running, running, running, through alleys and streets and twists and turns, and finally hid in some abandoned warehouse with broken windows, and tucked themselves behind the boxes.
They’ll find us again. They’d follow them home. Ichi’s stomach dropped. They’d lead them to Godzilla and Kong. They would’ve if Ichi hadn’t realized they were following. Kong was of no use to their purposes. They’d kill him and pin Godzilla to the same table and tear him open.
Ichi got back to his feet, teeth gritted and determined to lead the scientists far, far away.
Only to see Goji standing not two feet away.
“Ghidorah!” he shouted much too loudly when he saw them, racing over to stand in front of them, talons firmly on his shoulders. Steady.
“Godzilla,” Ichi greeted. He’d know what to do. This would be a good time to sleep, yes?
Ichi mentally shook himself. Focus. They needed to get away.
“Wow, you look like you’re gonna pass out,” Goji commented, but his voice was definitely concerned.
Ichi didn’t have a reply to that, because suddenly the ground was suddenly getting a lot closer than it was a half second ago, up until he came to a jerking halt.
Goji had caught them with a talon swung under their chest, jarring enough for Ichi to have to catch his breath for a second.
“Hey, whoa, you didn’t have to follow that up by actually passing out, Ghidorah. I’d prefer you stay awake. Leave the dramatics to Monkey.” The former king actually sounded a bit worried.
Ichi gave a low hum of acknowledgement.
“I mean it. You’re too inconvenient to go dragging around the city,” Godzilla warned, “You’re spiky and your wings flop all over the place, and you have two heads. So, let’s not pass out, okay?”
Wait, wasn’t Goji being here supposed to be bad?
The fog momentarily cleared from Ichi’s brain, and he surged forward to shake Goji. “You can’t be here!” he hissed, shoving him backwards. “You need to go-”
“Oh, sure, lemme just leave you here,” Godzilla said drily. He’d barely even taken a step back when Ghidorah pushed him. “Newsflash, you’ve been missing for two days, Noodle-Neck, and frankly, you look like shit, so I’m not going anywhere and we’re all going home. What’s going on with Ni? Ni, you good, G?”
Ichi shook his head frantically. He doesn’t get it. They took Ghidorah because they were interesting to study. Godzilla had the internal mechanism of setting off a nuclear bomb in his body and could blast it on any whim.
It’s only been two days. Two days of pain. Two days on the table.
They’d tear Goji to pieces to see how his body worked. They'd cut him open and talk about how his brain worked and what in his body they thought did what, while he could hear and he needed to leave now before they got him too.
Two days.
Ichi blurred back in to realize Godzilla was crouched in front of them, talking in a low, soothing voice.
Like he was calming down an animal.
Like they did when Ghidorah started to struggle.
“They’ll kill Monkey,” Ichi pleaded. Pulling out their last card might convince Goji.
To his dismay, however, the king looked unswayed. “He’s on the other side of the city. Whoever they are, Ichi, he’ll be okay. He’s nowhere near here.”
But you are, Ichi thought desperately. And you need to go.
“Ichi. I need you to tell me what’s going on,” Godzilla said firmly. “Who’s after you? Why are you… Why are you scared? What’s wrong with Ni?”
Ichi shook his head. “You need to go. They’ll find me. They’ll hurt you.”
Godzilla tipped his head sideways. “So they’ll hurt me. They’ll kill Monkey. Why…” The answer seemed to hit Goji before Ichi could even figure out the question, and then Godzilla’s sharp gaze snapped across Ghidorah’s body, eyes narrowing in anger.
Ichi had seen the look in Godzilla’s eyes before. It had been there when Ghidorah broke Anguirus’s leg. It had been there when they burned Mothra’s wings.
But this was the first time it was directed for Ghidorah, and not directly at him.
The grip on Ichi’s arm tightened.
“Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna figure this out, but I need your help, Ichi. I need you to focus. How are they finding you?”
Ichi frowned. He honestly wasn’t sure. They’d just kept showing up where he was within ten minutes after he changed spots and got away.
They’d cut Ichi’s neck open.
There’s a tracker in my body.
Ichi could feel a pressure building in his chest, his stomach dropping. They put something in me. They put a tracker in us. They put a tracker inside me.
If Ghidorah had the biological physiology to throw up, they probably would’ve.
“They put a tracker in me,” Ichi whispered. “They put a tracker- Goji, you need to go, they’re gonna catch up, they put a tracker in me-”
“Calm down. For the tenth time, I’m not leaving. Stop telling me to. Second, we should probably go.”
“What?”
“Well, whoever you’re running from, I think they’re here,” Goji said calmly.
“What?!” Ichi demanded, dashing for the window, heart beat spiking in his chest.
“Come on,” Godzilla said, dragging them back by their right wing. “We’ll be fine. We just need to hurry before they get here.”
Ghidorah stopped, yanking back on the other reptile. “We should split up. Gives us our best chance.”
He held his breath, hoping Goji would fall for it.
The king gave them an unimpressed look. “And you’re hilarious. No. I would say no even in a normal situation, which this is not. No. You want it in Japanese? Īe.”
Godzilla pulled them forward again, ducking out of the abandoned warehouse and into the streets, taking turn after turn to a point where Ichi lost track of where they were and zoned out.
Until the lasers started firing, anyway.
Godzilla cursed and moved faster, pushing Ghidorah in front of him and shoving them until they were at a dead run.
Then the reptile fell, tripping somehow, and shouted at Ichi to keep moving. Ghidorah stopped, watching as Goji stumbled back to his feet and limped badly forward, then turned and shot his blast at the buildings around them, creating a dust cloud, and then Ichi blinked at the kaiju almost appearing at his side and pulling them into a run again.
They stopped when Goji collapsed, leg giving out from beneath him.
“What-” Ichi mumbled, unable to put two and two together.
Godzilla used the wall to heave himself up and hopped forward until Ghidorah followed, into a half shelter in an alley made of collapsed metal sheets and sat down, pressing one talon down on the hole in his left calf, bleeding purple-red.
It took Ichi a ridiculous amount of time to puzzle it out.
“They shot you?!?” he exclaimed.
Godzilla shot him an irritated look. “No, I obviously shot myself for fun. Yes, they shot me. Not important. I’m fine.”
Obviously not, Ichi thought, but the energy to start an argument didn’t exist, so the dragon let it go.
“We need to get that tracker out of you,” Goji decided, pushing himself back to his feet. “There’s stuff in Daniel Craig. We just need to get there.”
Ichi tilted his head, more than a little tempted to rest it against the wall now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off. “How?”
“First off, by not looking like you’re gonna fall asleep. I didn’t want to carry you before, and I definitely can’t now. So we’re gonna get to the ship and figure out what to do from there.”
With that, the king forced himself back to his feet and hopped back out of the alley, gesturing for Ghidorah to follow.
Ichi obeyed unsteadily, legs screaming for rest and eyelids heavy.
There’s something wrong. He wanted to verbalize it, but words felt like molasses, and he doubted Goji wanted to hear it, so he swallowed and powered through the feeling all the way until they reached the ship.
How Godzilla knew his way back, Ichi couldn’t guess.
The reptile opened the back of the ship and guided Ghidorah in, then shut it and went for the First aid kit that was not stocked with normal First aid things. Namely, the sharp knife.
“Where is it?” Goji asked, knife in hand.
For a second, Ichi was scared to tell him.
“It’s in the back of my neck,” he answered, fighting to keep his voice calm.
The reptile gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Ichi. I think you’re on enough stuff right now, and I don’t know what, so you’re gonna be awake for this, okay? Then we’ll go home, once it’s out.”
Then we’ll go home. It sounded strangely impossible. Like this was a dream.
“Wait,” Ichi interjected when Goji went around to his back. “Your…” where was it?
“What?” Goji questioned, voice tense. “Is there anything else I should know?”
“Your leg,” Ichi remembered. “You’re hurt.”
Godzilla broke the tension by snorting in amusement. “Okay. That’s fine. I’ll be fine, Ghidorah, and I cleaned off my talons. ‘Tis but a scratch.”
“Aren’t you bleeding?”
“Well, yeah, but that can wait a minute,” Goji waved off, “Tracker, remember?”
Ichi could feel sticky, warm blood underneath his feet. He hesitated. He didn’t believe Godzilla for one second. But if they found them…
“Okay,” he agreed. “Tracker first.”
There was a steady tugging motion at the back of his neck as he assumed Goji pried off his scales, but no pain.
Godzilla took a deep breath. “Alright. I’m gonna cut into your neck.”
“Alright,” Ichi agreed, fighting off a yawn.
Warmth trickled down the back of his neck to the front, and Ichi slipped his eyes down his neck, careful not to actually move his head, to see orange-red trailing down his chest to his feet.
Going to mix with the purple on the floor.
“Found it!” Goji crowed. “I’m gonna pull it out.”
“Is that a good idea?”
A thoughtful silence. “Maybe not,” Godzilla acknowledged. “Lemme get the tweezers.”
He was back in a second, and then there was more pressure, and then… weirdly, Ichi felt like he could move his head better.
“Okay, tracker out. Stick with me a little longer, ‘kay?”
Godzilla disappeared, and Ghidorah wasn’t sure how long it was before he was back. They’d settled on the passenger chair in his absence, waiting.
Then Goji was suddenly behind the wheel, and then they were in the sky, and then they were home.
Godzilla gently cleaned the cuts with a cloth that smelled sharply of disinfectant and settled them on their own bed.
“How are you two feeling?” he asked in a low voice. Not a soothing one, one that was just quiet enough to be calming and loud enough to be interpreted.
“Cold,” Ichi shivered.
Godzilla’s face did something horribly pitying, and Ichi regretted saying anything right up until the lizard curled up on the bed beside them.
The king was warm enough to be a furnace. Then again, Godzilla could hold out in the arctic much longer than Ghidorah ever could, from what Ichi guessed had to be his blast inside him, keeping him warmer than a space heater. The thought was getting a little hard for Ichi’s fatigued mind to keep up with, though, so he flopped over the his friend’s back and didn’t think about it anymore.
Ichi knew Kong got home when Godzilla disappeared from beside him, and then the arguing got loud enough to make his head hurt.
Ni was sick of it too; the first real emotions Ichi had felt from the other head for the first time in hours were all negative. But then the voices quieted, and Kong came and sat on the bed next to them.
He wasn’t as warm in body heat as Goji, but he was talking nicely about mundane things, so Ghidorah let it slide.
“You can let them sleep, but keep an eye on them,” Godzilla instructed through the doorway. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. Use the pager if something seems wrong.”
Ichi felt like a mannequin. There and fully solid but not really existing and not alive.
“Where are you going?” Kong demanded, shifting to sit upright all the way.
“To take care of-” Godzilla gestured to Ghidorah, “-this.”
“You shouldn't go alone. You’re hurt.”
“And you need to be here. I’ll be fine. If I wait, I won’t be able to find them again. Stay here, keep an eye on Noodle-Neck.”
Kong opened his mouth to argue, but stopped when Ni groaned in protest, and reluctantly relaxed against the headboard.
“Fine,” he agreed, and Goji backed out of the room and out of existence.
Ichi closed his eyes and slept for what felt like the first time in centuries.
—-----------------
He woke up to arguing again.
Ichi groaned and peeled his eyes open.
Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?
“-four times and you don’t bother to call for back-up, were you trying to get yourself killed?!” Kong was yelling.
Whoa, what’s happening out there? Ichi pricked his ears, trying to catch more. Godzilla was speaking too quietly to pick up on.
Why does my neck hurt? Ichi raised a talon to the bandages around his neck. They traveled all the way down to his chest, and his body was littered with clean, smooth cuts stitched back together neatly.
The lab. The knives, the whispered gatherings of scientific data, the beeping, the people who treated him like a thing-
Ghidorah shuddered, and Ichi forced himself to take a deep breath. We’re home. We’re safe.
Ni was still asleep, and Ichi didn’t want to wake him, but they should probably be involved with whatever was going on outside the door.
Ichi leaned over and bopped the top of the other head. “Wake up, Ni,” he ordered.
Ni woke with a surge of panic that almost overwhelmed Ichi’s senses.
“We’re fine!” Ichi told him, shoving calm safe at Ni as harshly as he could with his own mind until Ni started to calm down.
“Where are we?” Ni demanded. “Where are they, wasn’t Goji with us-”
“He’s fine, we’re fine, Godzilla said he’d take care of it-”
The door burst open.
Stunned yellow eyes met Ichi’s, and then Ichi looked him over and could instantaneously see why Kong had been yelling at Godzilla.
Ichi vaguely remembered Goji getting shot in the leg and refusing to deal with it. What he did not recall, however, was the hole in his upper right arm, the one in the lower section of that same arm, and the one in his left shoulder, or the numerous cuts across his body paired with burned scales.
Also, he was covered in an alarming amount of his own blood.
Ghidorah immediately surged to their feet, then sank back into the bed when their legs refused to support their endeavor.
“Might’ve spoken too soon about you being fine,” Ichi observed, tempted to start freaking out and holding himself together by the skin of his teeth.
“Uh, no, ’m fine,” Goji assured. “Nunna this’ll kill me.” His words were slurred, from either blood loss or a concussion, Ichi wasn’t sure which.
Kong glared at him. “And Starscream was my best friend. You’ve been shot four times!”
“One was already there,” Ichi supplied helpfully. “So only three more times.”
“See?” Goji said, flinging a hand at them. “Nool-N’ck says ‘m fine.”
“Well, we didn’t say that,” Ni corrected. “You don’t look or sound fine.”
“And I already knew about the first one, the question is, why isn’t it bandaged?” Ichi asked pointedly.
Goji shrugged. “‘E wrapped ‘t b‘fore I l’ft.”
“Are you concussed, or is this blood loss talking?” Ichi questioned.
“B’t my tongue,” Godzilla answered. “‘Nd concussion. Mayyyybe bloodl’ss.”
Kong facepalmed, which was extremely justified. “Triangle. Why didn’t you call for help?”
Goji shrugged. “Under control,” he told him honestly. “I didn’ need h’lp.”
Kong walked out of the room.
“Wow. That was tactless,” Ichi informed him. “Even for you.” Brushing off Kong like that was a little more than cold, especially when the ape was just understandably worried.
Goji shrugged, not looking very apologetic. “Didn’t w’nt ‘im involved. You okay?”
Ghidorah didn’t answer.
“Didn’ th’nk so,” Goji sighed. “Pr’blm solved.”
Ichi stared at him. “What did you do?”
Godzilla shrugged again, then sat down (which looked significantly more like a collapse than something of the king’s freewill) and inhaled deeply, chest rattling with effort.
“Kong!” Ichi shouted, relatively sure Goji was about to faint.
“‘M f’ne,” Godzilla said again. “W’rry ‘bout ‘urself, One.”
“One?” Ichi questioned.
“Ichi ‘eans- you didn’-” Goji’s eyes flicked upwards, eyelids fluttering, and Kong rounded the corner just fast enough to catch his head before it could hit the floor.
Kong exhaled, probably out of relief of being able to prevent an even worse head injury.
"I knew it,” he muttered. “You’re both idiots.”
Ghidorah felt offended. “How do we fit in with that?” Ni asked, waving a talon to refer to Godzilla.
“You went missing,” Kong growled, laying their friend on the ground. “And then you come back drugged out of your mind, and all Triangle will say is experiments, and then he goes missing for three hours, and no one has explained anything.”
Ichi frowned at Godzilla. “He didn’t tell you?”
Kong walked over to the bandages and stretched out Goji’s leg, frowning at the hole in it. “Said he was leaving it up to you. When you feel like it. Think this needs stitches?”
Ichi squinted at it. It wasn’t bleeding all that much, and the edges had scabbed over.
“Throw some iodine on it, then wrap it over with some gauze pads on that,” Ni instructed. “Lasers don’t have bullets.”
Luckily.
Ichi frowned at Goji. What did you do?
‘Cause vengeance wasn’t the only reason Godzilla went after people. There had to be something else behind it, some motive Ghidorah couldn’t see. There had to be a reason other than them hurting Ghidorah.
Kong moved on to the right arm. “So. Are you?”
Ichi blinked at him. “Are we what?”
Kong sighed, like they were trying his patience. “Gonna tell me.”
Ghidorah stretched out their wings. Ichi could feel a certain reluctance from Ni- he probably didn’t like that Godzilla even figured it out. Ichi knew that was from a time when weakness was scorned, a sign that you could be defeated.
Ichi wasn’t even sure Kong should know. There had to be a reason Goji hadn’t wanted Kong involved.
Because he has a chance. A chance to not live like they both did. With memories that taught him the habits Godzilla and Ghidorah had adapted to have.
A chance to not do the awful things they were capable of.
That was why Goji left Kong out. Had he told Kong what the scientists did, Ichi had no doubt Kong would’ve gone after them with him, regardless of what Godzilla wanted. Because Kong didn’t have to have that kind of blood on his hands.
And he never should.
“Later,” Ichi answered after much too long.
Kong scoffed. “Sure.”
Ichi and Ni both felt a little bad at that. It wasn’t fair that they were leaving him out of this. It also wasn’t fair that Godzilla had flounced off without Kong and then, on top of that, gotten hurt. And Ghidorah knew they both now preferred to fight alongside each other, not alone.
Like Godzilla fought with them now, too. Together.
“Think I should stitch the fresher ones?”
“They’re not bleeding that much,” Ni observed. “Same thing as the other.”
Kong huffed and got to work with the other three, then gently dabbed at the other cuts with the iodine and a cloth, then got a second damp cloth out and started clearing the smoke stains and blood off his scales.
Ni must’ve noted something about that, because he glanced down at Ghidorah’s own clean body, and Ichi could feel some warm emotion directed at the ape stirred in their chest.
“I’m not putting him on his bunk,” Kong decided, standing up and nudging Goji with his foot. “He’s too freaking heavy.”
Ichi snorted.
Kong picked Goji up and tossed him none-too gently on the bottom bunk.
“Shouldn’t you-”
“-he was stupid today already. If he gets more bruises, I bet he won’t even notice,” Kong pointed out. “Do you… need anything?”
Ghidorah shrugged. “I’d like to feel like I’m not a science experiment.”
Kong’s face went into something sad, and Ichi realized he might’ve said too much.
“Not sure I can help much with that,” he said, voice gentle. “But if it helps, you’re not a science experiment to me. You’re my friend. And also, you’re pretty awesome. And you’re Triangle’s friend, too. Even though he’s dumb.”
“Even though he’s dumb," Ni echoed, warm happiness fondness from his mind to Ichi’s.
It took Godzilla a few hours to wake up, the smaller cuts already healing with rest, and the burns mostly faded away.
Kong was asleep on the top bunk, his own bed having been taken over.
“Goji,” Ichi called when yellow eyes cracked open.
Ichi totally had been able to sleep and waited up on purpose. Completely of his own accord.
Godzilla grumbled sleepily, but rolled onto his feet and padded over to Ghidorah’s bed, leaning against the side with the back of his head to Ghidorah.
Ichi remembered when he would’ve tried to take it off as soon as the king’s back was turned.
“You okay?” Goji asked quietly. “Not really,” Ichi whispered back. “They-”
“I know what they did. I saw their notes,” Godzilla spat bitterly. “Which are… kinda ashes now.”
Ichi huffed a laugh. “Temper much?”
“Oh, you should see the rest of their base,” Goji told him. “Remember the little bomb thingies we got from Mowcuss’s stronghold?”
“The fact that you’re asking me to ‘remember’ tells me a lot,” Ichi said drily. “You blew it up?’
“Oh, it’s big news right now. I wore a cloak and mask; no one knew it was me.”
“You evacuated the place first, right?”
Godzilla stayed quiet. “Ehhhh-”
“Goji!” Ichi scolded. That was one hundred percent against Godzilla's old moral code.
Well, maybe not. Godzilla had no trouble taking down threats for good when they became too much to manage. The limit was usually at MUTOs and skullcrawlers, though- things that didn’t really have intelligent minds. To Ghidorah’s knowledge, the king hadn’t ever intentionally killed a human.
“Most of them were out looking for you, anyways. They were a threat. They hurt a friend of mine- and didn’t show any signs of leaving you alone after I rescued you.”
“We half-rescued ourselves,” Ichi corrected.
“Please. You’d still be stumbling around the city and never removed the tracker had I not found you,” Godzilla snipped back teasingly.
“Wait, how did you find us?” Ichi asked, genuinely curious. It was a big city, and he knew Goji would’ve had no clue where to look.
“I figured if I waited around long enough, you’d set something on fire eventually.”
Ichi had to clamp a talon over his snout to not wake the others up by laughing.
“Also, you called me ’one’ earlier?”
Goji frowned. “I did?”
“When you got home?”
“Oh, I barely remember that.”
“Yeah. Shocking. Why’d you call me One?”
Godzilla fully turned around so he could look Ichi in the eyes, aghast. “You don’t… know why?”
“Would I be asking if I did?” Ichi replied, a touch shortly.
“Okay. This is the most surreal experience of my life,” Goji muttered, but his eyes were shining with barely concealed glee. “Ichi. Your name is one. Ichi means one in Japanese. ‘Ni’ means ‘two’. ‘San’ is ‘three’.”
Ichi stared at him in complete, stunned silence. “That’s what our names mean?!?” he shrieked. Ni jerked awake with a flare of surprise, and Kong rolled over to face them from his bunk.
Goji burst out laughing. “You didn’t know what that meant?!” he gasped out. “Why would you take something as your name without knowing what it means?!”
“I don’t know? I thought it was like them naming you ‘Gojira’! We just went with it!!”
“What’s going on?” Ni demanded sleepily, curiosity poking Ichi’s brain.
Godzilla just shook his head.
Ichi glared at him. “Apparently we’re named after numbers! And no one ever told us?! I’m one, you’re two, and Kevin was three before he changed his name!”
Complete and utter confusion from the other head. “What.”
“What next?! What does Ghidorah mean?!” Ichi threw at Goji.
The lizard just shrugged helplessly. “Something like ‘hydra’, which is ‘hidora’. They just added a g, Noodle-Neck.”
Ghidorah facepalmed.
Kong threw his pillows at them, hitting both Ichi and Godzilla in the head with remarkable accuracy.
“Go to bed! Some of us in this house like sleeping, y’know!” he grumbled.
Goji crawled back into the bottom bunk, still snickering.
Ni just put his head down and went back to sleep, thoroughly unbothered. He’d figure out what had been said in the morning.
Ichi rested his head against the pillow, and in a room with the definitely weird people he considered his odd little family, felt safe enough to close his eyes.