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After many years or decades of living in hell together, Father Andrews and Begruvia settled into a routine of sorts. It would usually consist of waking up, getting dressed, bickering for the rest of the day, and sleeping. Today is one of those days.
Father Andrews wakes up in their shared bed, as the sun peaks through their singular window.
Some would find it weird to sleep in the same bed as your lifelong enemy, but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. He had no control over their living situation. That was all Begruvia. He was quite surprised to see it make an actual livable home for them both. A home that mimicked his home back on Earth. Begruvia could have easily made their house hell.
He could have just as easily made them separate beds.
He is still an enigma to Andrews. The way it thinks is so different and unique—it fascinates Andrews. The priest has accepted the fact that he can no longer try to decipher what's going on in that head of his, choosing to embrace the chaos instead. He does wonder, why the one bed? The most normal reason would be that Begruvia likes to sleep next to him, but that seems too simple for it. Not because the thought makes him blush.
Begruvia, currently, is cuddled up against him, blinking awake. He feels the inconsistent heatbeats on his chest. He knows not to worry about that anymore. That's natural for phantoms. What he isn't so sure is natural is Begruvia's tendency to bite.
The first thing it does in the morning is to nip Andrews' shoulders. Which isn't much of a problem until you've been living with him for so long, therefore needing to endure a lot more. It's not bad at all though. Andrews is a tough guy. He can take it (usually).
As expected, the creature gently sinks its teeth into his collar bone. This one is particularly deep, causing him to flinch. It looks up at him with pleading eyes, checking if what he's doing is okay. He nods in confirmation. They know each other well enough now to communicate in silence. It begins to run a line of small bite marks along the bone.
Andrew suddenly feels…ticklish? That's odd. He's not a ticklish person, but Begruvia has changed a lot of him. What's one more? He lets out his laughter freely, causing Begruvia to snicker along with him."Good morning to you too." Andrews whispers in between laughs, ruffling the top of its hair.