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Itrapped woke up slowly, the morning sun glowing softly through the curtains. He rubbed his eyes to try and wake himself up more.
It took him a few moments to realize, the usual warmth on his side wasn’t there. He turned his head slowly.
What was facing him, was a huge pile of white curly hair with black streaks. He sighed quietly before speaking up.
“Chance? You good?” He mumbled, his mind still hazy with sleep
In response, the pile of hair let out a rather irritated hum. Itrapped moved closer, his hand slipping onto Chance’s shoulder.
“Are you on period perhaps?” He asked gently
“Mhm…” Chance curled up more against him. Itrapped quickly realized they were squeezing a pillow and pushing it to their stomach. They said it lessened the pain.
After a moment of consideration, Itrapped moved under the sheets, getting closer to them and wrapping his arms around their waist and pulling them close.
“Does this help in any way?” He chuckled
“…Mhm” Chance muttered in response, definitely satisfied even if it didn’t do anything
“You want me to get you something? Tea, painkillers, a compress?” Itrapped asked
Chance stayed quiet for a moment before turning their face so that he could hear them “Second…” they mumbled before pushing their head back into the pillow they were clutching onto so tightly
“Alright. Can I stay for a moment longer?” HE asked almost pleadingl
Chance just mumbled something incomprehensible in response, which Itrapped took as a “no, my stomach is killing me you bitch”. With a sigh, he got out of the bed, stretched, and went to the kitchen to grab the painkillers from the fist-aid cabinet. Two minutes and he was back with a single pill and a glass of water. He put them in Chance’s nightstand and then got back to bed.
“You have to sit up to take it. I don’t want you to shove on that” he nudged Chance
The gambler in response raised their face for a moment, their golden eyes not so glowy as always, before it went back to the pillow. They groaned with frustration but soon sit up, still clenching onto the pillow, still half-asleep. They grabbed the pill fist, then the glass and took a sip, before plopping down to the bed again.
“C’mere…” they mumbled to Itrapped.
The hacker didn’t have to be asked twice, he laid down next to them, looking at their eyes, the only visible part of their face, They were sleepy and pained of sorts, almost angry. Not at Itrapped, but at their own body.
They sat like that for a moment or two, in silence, before Itrapped, not having anything better to do, started to play with their hair.
Chance didn’t say anything at first, but it didn’t take long before they dragged themself closer to him, wrapping their limbs around him.
“Ah-“ Itrapped gasped surprised “Clingry, aren’t you?” He teased
Chance squeezed him harder
“Shut up…” they slurred out
“Okay, okay” they chuckled, going back to playing with their hair