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That grandfather clock in the tea room ticked a rhythm, and Eichi just wanted the weight of his eyelids to become ligher with some shut eye. Despite how his body sunk into the cushions, there was no getting comfortable. Whether it was the clock or the aging sofa, Eichi sat up and sighed. A melodius, muffled song being sung by his beloved from the shower down the hall became more clear as he listened from where he sat. Wataru was almost done washing his hair, because the shower curtain would clink when he was reaching for the conditioner on the side shelf.
Damn, why even try napping? Every little sound just grated his patience, since fatigue made it weak.
Humming a gentle melody, Wataru soon makes an appearance in his bathrobe and his wet hair down. Seeming perplexed, when leaning over the back of the couch, at to what his own partner is doing. Eichi scrunches his nose and the corners of his mouth tense inward.
"Is something wrong? Sleep seems to not have faired you well."
"You know water drips on me when you do that."
A smirk. "Oh, and what is my Eichi going to do about it-…!?"
Childish, petty even, and with a fistful of pillow in hand, he bashes the cotton-filled item against the other in the chest before he can even dodge. Clutching it, balance caught, Wataru's pout accents pinched together eyebrows. Oh no… what has he done?
Both of them have that ticking sound between them for a stretched moment, Eichi's regret fueling the other's smirk returning at that transforming expression. That pillow returns back to at the same velocity into Eichi's forehead. Next thing he knows, he's uncontrollably giggling because Wataru's fingers are ticking his exposed belly from reacting on instinct to shield his face.
"S-Stop!" It isn't a demand, since he's admittedly finding it fun. Wrestling the other's quick, nimble hands worming their way past multiple attempts of escape, Eichi does his own trickery; the other's hand ends up in his own and he gives it a quick little chomp. Earning a soft 'owww…' and Wataru sitting up to inspect the quickly fading red mark. Wataru's so cute when he's huffy…
"You're such a bully."
"No, you started it."
"Me? Eichi, pillows need to stay on the couch then maybe my fingers wouldn't need to torment you."
Gazing up, he's staying silent to that.
"What's wrong?"
"…" Then, admitting, "Can't sleep."
Hair curtains around Eichi's face with the other leaning over, then fully pinned by Wataru's weight. The kiss on his forehead is feather like before Wataru rests his head on his chest. Like his body is a personal weighted blanket.
"Could I help?"
"Well…just stay there and you will."