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It was 7PM when the elevator started heading back to the lobby.
They started at 12 in the afternoon.
Astro was so ready to fall onto the floor and not get up ever the moment the elevator opened to the calming presence of the lobby.
The only survivors were him, Sprout, Cosmo, Shelly, Looey, and somehow Boxten.
Brusha was trapped by Twisted Razzle and Dazzle in panic mode, and Finn got too fast and ran face first into Dyle. They’d be revived soon, but Astro didnt really care.
The main watched as Cosmo and Sprout rushed into another elevator, most definitely towards the kitchen to make dinner for everyone.
Astro looked towards the soft carpet on the floor, focusing on the patterns entwined within before a familiar voice snapped him out of his daze.
“Astro, how are you? I know you’re never that good after long runs…” The ammonite chuckled, a gloved hand resting on the moons shoulder.
Astro yawned, slowly turning his head to Shelly.
“Mmmngh, take a guess…” Astro rubbed his eye. Taking a deep breath before waving to Shelly and heading towards another elevator. “I’m gonna go take a nap. See you.”
Shelly was used to Astro being this dismissive when he was tired. So with a hum, she skipped off to the stairs to go to her room.
Astro, now in the elevator, pressed the button not for his floor, but for the toon rooms. Staring at the wall while the elevator hummed with the descent downwards, Astros mind was blank. He just wanted to nap.
The elevator opened as Astro walked mindlessly towards a certain detectives room at the end of the hallway, opening the door and staring at the familiar position of Rodger hunched over scribbling at his desk. He didn’t even notice the moon having entered the room until a pair of arms were draped around his shoulders and a weight was felt against his back.
“Oh, greetings Astro! How was the run?”
“mmnnghhnnmpphhbh” Astro mumbled. It was unclear if he was trying to speak an actual sentence or not.
Rodger didnt need words to understand what Astro wanted. They both had a habit of getting very tired and heading to the others room to sleep.
“I’ll be right with you, I just need to finish one last sentence…” Rodger went back to scribbling words that would send any sane person into a coma. Subtly noticing the weight lifting off his shoulders, literally, and the sound of someone getting into his bed.
True to his word, Rodger finished his paragraph- something about twisted behaviour- and laid in the small bed in his room, cuddled up to Astro.
Rodgers bed was tucked away in the corner of his room, shelves surrounding it provided a claustrophobic space with a gap between them letting anytoon sneak into the bed.
It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as Astros bed, which was probably about as big as Rodgers room. Astros bed felt like heaven itself was welcoming you.
Regardless on which bed was clearly the comfier choice, the pair was huddled in the closed off space on Rodgers bed, their limbs tangled within eachothers.
Astro hummed happily, nuzzling his face in the space between Rodgers head and shoulder.
“mmllveyou…” Astro muttered sleepily, already dozing off rapidly.
“Love you too, Astro.” Rodger responded. The detective wasnt actually tired in any way, but the proximity between him and his partner was always welcome.
The only noise was the quiet breathing shared between the two toons, and the distant muffled noises coming from toons outside.
Someone would probably wake them for dinner, but for now it was peaceful.
Just Rodger, Astro, and the calm break after a long day.
A loud knocking was heard.
“Dinners ready up at Sprouts floor! It’s spaghetti!”
Sigh. Atleast they could return to this after I guess…