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Trophy's POV :
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...
It was another night and I was in my room, staring at the ceiling with absolutely nothing to do.
The sounds of the clock, and the cold air coming from the open window filled the room. The loud snores that Tissue let out, it was unbearable! But I'm quite used to it, anyway.
I was on the bed— hair messy, pajamas that I havent washed 2 days ago, zoning out with nothing in mind. Absolutely blank.. Running my fingers to my hair as I let out a deep sigh.
All I can hear was my breathing, Tissue's snore, and the clock ticking. Great. I couldn't sleep, walking in that haunted house was REALLY a bad idea. Dont get me started when Knife scared the shit out of me.
I grumbled, sitting up as I rubbed my eyes. I had no energy to do anything— but right now, anything just to make sleep. I stood up, walking my way to the lobby.
As I descend down the stairs, I heard noises from there. Some clicking and video game sound effect. I raised my eyebrow as I continued to walk down stairs.
I saw Bomb. I always thought he was weird. Dont get me wrong, alright? He is somewhat chaotic in this hotel— and well, he is friends with Knife too. I'd hear him talk about me too with Pickle.
(Knife must've told things about me..)
He was playing a game in the tv at this late, he was leaning on the couch and his dreadlocks tied up as he focuses on the TV. Unaware of me at all.
Well, it's not rare to see him like this. But I see him with Pickle more often. I shrugged it off as I walks towards Bomb. Subtly touching his shoulders.
He jumped slightly, letting out a small yelp before turning his head to face me, he gave me a.. Let's say, a little shock look. Eyes wide. I chuckled at his reaction. Thats.. Well, cute.
Its not like I'll admit that.
"W-what a-are you d-doing here?" Bomb asked, with now a confusion in his face. Raising his eyebrows at me.
"I could say the same thing to you." I responded, looking at him with a droopy eyes and soft gaze. He stared and me with silence, and then spoke;
"J-just p-p-playing b-before i go to s-sleep."
"Seriously, at this late?" I questioned. Bomb just shrugged at me as he turned around again and started playing.
Tsk.
I walked over and sat on the couch beside him as his eyes focuses on the game he is playing. His hands moving very uncoordinated, tensed, and the TV illuminating his face.
He lost the game, and he pouted as his muscle started to relax a little. I chuckled at that, and he chuckled along too. He stared at me and grabbed something beside him.
He then (suddenly) hands me another controller, which I stared back at him with a little confusion. He chuckled as he spoke, "W-wanna p-p-play a little?" He invited me.
I sat there, silent for a minute or two. Well, there is nothing I can do. I am ABSOLUTELY not sleeping either way.
I didn't refuse and took it. He gave me a wide grin, him budging my arm with his shoulder as he let out a chuckle. I chuckled along with him, breaking the gaze as I looked at the TV.
The game has startes with a beep.
-
For a long period of time, we were very competitive. Both of us were all on fingers in the controller, moving very fast. We didn't even notice the time, it was an intense fight.
At last, Bomb won the fight, his eyes gleam with pride. His lips curving into a smug smile. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I would've won if I wanted to. You're lucky I got tired." I muttered, he laughed softly. "Nah, I-I would've s-s-still won, a-anyway!"
Spending few hours with him in this midnight, I guess he isnt that bad after all than I thought he would be.
I rolled my eyes at him with a scoff, and Bomb chuckled at my reaction. Then after a moment, letting out a small yawn. He handed his controller to me, rubbing his eyes as he said some incoherent words. Wow, he is finally tired huh?
I gently took it and placed both of our controllers on the table. Suddenly, I felt his head draped in my shoulder. I was stunned, freezing in place as I process everything.
So... Bomb. Is now sleeping on me. On my shoulders.
He snored softly, his head falling from my shoulders— and I caught head almost instinctively.
I slowly turned my head to peek at Bomb, he was in immediate slumber. Does this even usually happen to Pickle? Just sleeping in someone's shoulder suddenly?
Either way,
This feels.. nice.
I played softly on his hair, before trailing my hands on his waist and pulling him closer. I never thought I'd to this— but here I am, cuddling a guy like this after a game night. Maybe this isn't so bad.
... His hand twitched, hugging me softly. He was warm, soft for a tough-looking guy.
My eyelids started to grow heavy, I sighed and rested my head on his. Finally closing my eyes and falling into a slumber.
- Bonus scene.
Cheesy's POV :
"Are you sure this is a great idea—"
"SHH!" I interrupted Pickle,
then peaked at them behind the couch. Yeah, we were here when they were busy playing a game.
My eyes widened, glistening as I grabbed Trophy's camera. A soft shutter— then showing the picture on the digital screen.
I showed Pickle with a toothy grin. "He'd NEVER been like this before."
He smirked and snorted. "And here I thought we both disliked Trophy because what he did to my boy."
"But.. I guess you could say, Bomb won Trophy's heart!" I slapped my knee
"Take it easy. They just met."
".. We've gotta show this to Knife."