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“Welcome back!” Semiu calls without looking up from her porno magazines. Enjin’s tempted to tell her to put them away in front of the kids, but it’s a bit too late for that.
Everyone goes their separate ways once they arrive back at Cleaner Headquarters, more than ready to leave after hours together.
Zanka hobbles off towards the infirmary with Rudo trailing guiltily behind him.
He was doing great fighting a trash beast until Rudo accidentally fell on him and made them both get hurt, with poor Zanka bearing the brunt of it.
Now Rudo’s trying to get Zanka to cheer up by smiling (horribly) and telling jokes he’s heard on the sphere. It took all of Enjin’s willpower not to start crying laughing in the car as Zanka started crashing out at the poor sphereite.
Follo follows behind the two of them, clutching his stomach and complaining about Enjin’s driving. He’s probably just sucking up to Gris, which is fair. Enjin does the same thing.
Fu sticks by Enjin’s side until Amo calls him away to do her bidding. Fu was doing a trial run with Team Akuta, which Amo is not happy about. She’s very vocal about her concerns with any team with Enjin as the leader.
Tomme pulls Gris off towards the cafeteria, no doubt craving beer. Enjin makes eye contact with Gris before he leaves, nodding towards their room. Gris smiles and nods.
“Hi Semiu!” Riyo calls happily, wandering over to her.
“Welcome back,” Semiu nods, still not looking up from her magazines. Riyo leans over the counter to get a look.
“No you don’t,” Enjin mutters as he pulls her back by the collar of her jacket. She lets out a guilty laugh and bounces away towards the cafeteria, probably also wanting beer.
Enjin rubs his eyes at the thought.
Semiu turns a page, “Long mission?”
“We left like four hours ago,” Enjin responds gruffly, “What do you think?” The sky outside is already dark, Enjin just wants to go to sleep.
“You also got dinner for two of those hours,” Semiu points out.
“That was a tiring dinner,” Enjin complains, “Whatever. What do you need for the mission report?”
Semiu sighs as she’s forced to put down her magazines and pick up the paperwork.
“Hmmmm, I can do most of this myself,” She scans the paper quickly, “About how many trash beasts were there?”
“Big herd, but small ones. Maybe like thirty in total,” Enjin explains. He wishes he were just upstairs with Gris already. He had looked so hot punching those trash beasts in the face. Just the memory of his muscles flexing is-
“And were there any irregular ones?” Semiu asks as she scrawls down his answer for the first question.
“There was a big boss one,” He recalls, “And one bird looking one that must’ve ended up in the wrong trash beast herd.”
“Aww, poor guy got lost,” Semiu comments, “What type of animals were the others?”
Enjin sighs, “How many more questions are there?”
Semiu rolls her eyes, “Just a few.”
Enjin grabs a chair.
He huffs as he finally makes it to his room and closes the door behind him. Gris is sitting on the bed, reading a book and already in pajamas. Evidently he got out of drinking with Tomme faster than Enjin could get out of paperwork with Semiu.
“What’s that?” Enjin nods to the book as he crosses the room and drapes himself over Gris’ lap.
“Nothing,” Gris sets it aside and instead uses his hands to hold Enjin’s waist steady. Enjin permits the awful subject change, because he also has things he’d rather discuss.
“You looked so good killing trash beasts, y’know that?” He whispers as he leans in to kiss Gris.
He can feel the steady, gloved hands tracing shapes on his shirt. He wants to feel them without any fabric in the way.
The hands trail up to Enjin’s neck, and brush a thumb along his jawline. Enjin starts to open his mouth to bring out the famous tongue when a knock raps at the door.
“Ugh,” He groans, scooting off of the lap.
“Who is it?” Gris calls out.
Eishia gently opens the door, “Just wanted to let the team leader know that Zanka’s fine! He had a rolled ankle from Rudo falling on him, but it’s all better now.”
“Thank you Eishia,” Gris says, then elbows Enjin.
“Thanks,” He raises a hand, fighting the urge to shoo her away. When she does shut the door, after many apologies for bothering them, Enjin goes back to leaning on Gris.
“Where were we?” He tries for a charming smile.
Gris laughs and threads his fingers through the golden hair, “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about Zanka getting hurt?”
Enjin waves a hand dismissively, “He gets hurt every other day, he’s tough.”
He cuddles into Gris’ chest, aiming to bury his head between those gorgeous pecs. Gris doesn’t say anything, so he assumes that means he has the go ahead.
He starts unbuttoning Gris’ shirt hopefully when he does get stopped.
“Pajamas and brush teeth,” Gris recites like he’s reading a script. Damn him and his stupid sexy voice. Enjin sighs but gets up to go change when another knock interrupts them.
“What is it?” He marches over to the door and opens it quickly, regretting his motions when he sees Fu practically fall over in fear.
“I was, um, just wondering if you guys have any extra body wash,” He looks near tears, probably from having to go out and ask for stuff, “If that’s not a problem for you because if it is I can just-”
Enjin sighs and pats him on the back, “I’ll go get it.” To do so he has to pass by Gris half lying on the bed with his shirt half unbuttoned and he’s thinking about being a little less nice to Fu in the future.
“There you go,” Enjin shoves the bottle at him.
“Thank you so much! I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” Fu’s declarations of loyalty get cut out when Enjin shuts the door in his face. He locks it for good measure.
“Now,” Enjin turns around towards Gris. For somebody who was fighting trash beasts in the depths of garbage piles, he looks amazing. Enjin would drop to his knees right then and there if he asked.
“Pajamas,” Gris commands, ruining all his dirty fantasies.
“Bitch,” Enjin mutters, turning to head to the closet. What’s the point of changing if he intends to end the night without any clothes on anyway?
Once he’s finished changing he heads into the bathroom to see Gris leaning against the counter, awaiting him.
He slots his leg in between Gris leaning closer.
“Brush your teeth yet?” He whispers as he leans closer and closer.
“Nope,” Gris whispers back, bringing one hand up to cup Enjin’s cheek. Enjin tilts his head slightly, for a better angle to kiss.
He’s tired, and he chooses to believe that’s why he doesn’t hear the knocking again until Gris pulls back with an apologetic smile.
He groans in annoyance as Gris untangles himself and goes to answer the door. Enjin can hear them talking.
He grabs his toothbrush, annoyed, realizes he has to use Gris’ weird minty toothpaste, gets even more annoyed, and starts brushing his teeth.
Gris returns and says simply, “Follo.” Enjin’s honestly too tired to even ask what the problem is.
They finish brushing their teeth and head back to the bed. Enjin’s pretty sure that they won’t get interrupted again. That’s just statistically impossible.
He sits on top of Gris and slowly starts kissing him, hoping that the door is locked. Gris would lock it after himself, no?
A hand slips down to his waist, and he’s so fucking tired he could just collapse right then and there under Gris’ touch but, at the same time, then how is he gonna have sex?
He leans into the kiss, when another knocking sound stops him.
He curses, “I swear to-”
Gris kisses him and cuts him off, “Just be fast.”
“Let’s just put them back up for adoption,” Enjin suggests as he forces himself up and back to the door. Another knocking sound greets him when he gets to it, but there’s nobody in the hallway when he opens it.
“Are they ding-dong-ditching us?” Enjin sounds scandalized, and he’s considering his prior adoption idea much more genuinely now.
“Uh, Enjin,” Gris calls from the bed.
“We can just kick out the adults, Rudo can move into Canvas town, Zanka can just go back to the Hell Guard- you’ve got to be kidding me,” Enjin stops dead in his tracks when he sees where the knocking sound has been coming from.
Jabber Wonger, the Raider, is knocking at the window and grinning.
Zanka bursts into the room, shouting, “Wrong room! Wrong room! Sorry!”
He runs over to open the window, letting the Raider in. Enjin’s embarrassed to admit that this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
He rubs his eyes for what feels like the tenth time that hour, “I do not approve of this relationship, in case you were wondering.”
Zanka bows again and again while pulling Jabber out of the room.
Gris shuts the window, patting the bed for Enjin to sit next to him, “Hey, there’s no way anyone has anything else they need now.”
A knock sounds at the door and Fu peaks his head into the doorway that never fully got closed by Zanka. Enjin shoots a glare at Gris for jinxing it and gets up to help him.
“Here’s your body wash back but I was wondering if you have any toothpaste,” He sounds so unsure that his voice squeaks multiple times in the singular sentence.
Enjin tips his head back and groans. When will the long day be over?
He goes to get the tube and tosses it to Fu from the doorway, who quickly retreats again.
“We’re putting them up for adoption,” Enjin declares as he climbs back into bed. Gris has picked up his book again. Evidently giving up completely on fun time.
“Let’s just wait for everyone else to go to bed,” He suggests.
Enjin sighs and lies down on his chest, waiting for another inevitable knock.
No more interruptions come for the time being. Enjin presses his ear to Gris’ chin and listens to his heartbeat. He tries to match the breathing he hears, but Gris is breathing unbelievably slowly. He yawns halfway through every breath that he tries to take.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Gris’ sleepy voice is laced with amusement.
“‘M not,” Enjin slurs, feeling sleep pull on his consciousness. He tries and fails to stifle the biggest yawn yet.
Gris eventually puts one hand on Enjin’s head and starts gently scratching his scalp. If he wasn’t about to fall asleep before, he sure is now. He snuggles up again.
“Wake me up in thirty minutes,” He commands after a few minutes when he’s sure he’s about to pass out.
Gris laughs, “To do what?”
Enjin smirks, “I think you know.”
Gris leans down to kiss his forehead when a loud gagging sound comes from the doorway. Enjin turns a sleepy head to see Rudo standing there, looking scandalized.
“What’s wrong?” He mutters. Gris repeats the question loud enough that Rudo can actually hear it.
Rudo fidgets with his pajama shirt for a second. Enjin notices that he’s still wearing 3R. Makes sense. He’s got his umbrella right next to the bed.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Rudo moves closer as he asks.
Enjin and Gris exchange a look. Gris’ is saying, ‘We can’t just let him sleep alone if he’s scared’. Enjin’s is saying, ‘Let’s put him up for adoption’.
In the end, Gris’ look wins.
Enjin sighs but rolls over to make an open spot that Rudo swiftly takes.
Gris pats Rudo’s head, “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I’m not a kid,” Rudo complains as he gets comfy under the blankets. He doesn’t deny it though. The thought of him having a nightmare makes Enjin pity him enough to let him stay.
“Gris,” He sighs, “Don’t bother waking me up in thirty minutes.” Can’t do anything fun now.
“Enjin!” The scandalized supporter nods at Rudo, probably trying to keep the conversation PG-13 for him. If only he knew how Enjin comforted Rudo after he beat up Amo.
“Goodnight,” Rudo murmurs as he falls asleep quickly.
“That was too fast,” Enjin complains, “He’s too comfy in here.”
“Hey, how come nobody told me we were having a slumber party?” A voice from the hallway asks. Wait no, not hallway. It’s now climbing into the bed too.
“The bed is not big enough for this Riyo,” Enjin groans as she lays directly across his stomach. She reaches across to set her scissors on the nightstand that Umbreaker is leaning against and accidentally elbows him in the gut.
She grins and presses a hand to her choker, “Sleepover in Enjin and Gris’ room.” Then she repeats the motion four more times to four more people.
“Riyo,” Enjin moves to shove her, “Undo it.” Riyo just laughs and snuggles into the blanket.
“Amo is coming, but for Gris and Riyo and not for Enjin,” The choker crackles as Amo’s voice fills it.
“Roger that,” Riyo mutters, looking like she might be right behind Rudo in falling asleep.
Enjin groans, “Amo’s coming? She literally hates me.”
Gris looks amused, “And whose fault is that Enjin?”
“Can- uh, can Jabber come?” Zanka tries to whisper, but it doesn’t work at all through the choker. Everyone except Rudo (who’s passed out) hears his request.
Riyo affirms that the Raider’s welcome while Enjin groans into his pillow.
He sits up when he hears the door opening, to see Amo riding Fu’s shoulders. She points to the bed and he happily walks her over.
“Move over,” She commands of Enjin, “And Fu, set me down next to Riyo.”
“This is a queen bed,” Enjin complains as he gets pushed against the wall.
“Aww, you are a queen Enjin. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” Riyo mutters sleepily.
“I meant we don’t fit,” He huffs.
“Take your shoes off please,” Gris asks.
Amo and Fu’s jinkis end up on the nightstand with Riyo’s scissors. Ugh, shoes on the clean nightstand.
Fu ends up lying with his head at everyone else’s feet. Despite Enjin not wanting to share the bed, he doesn’t want anyone to have to sleep with the smell of feet either.
“Fu, come here,” He rubs his eyes, “You can lie on me or Rudo.”
“Uh, are you already out of room?” A voice sounds from the hallway. Enjin can’t even look up to see, because there’s now a child on his chest.
Follo and Eishia walk into his vision, both carrying blankets. Eishia’s holding Type: Heal and Follo’s holding his hammer, and they’re both frowning at the lack of space to put them on the nightstand.
“No, there’s room,” Gris reassures as Enjin opens his mouth to say the exact opposite. They frown at each other briefly while Eishia and Follo climb into the bed and are forced to sleep with their heads at everyone else’s feet.
Enjin glares at the ceiling as two pairs of feet end up by his head of all people, when Amo’s head is right there.
Gris’ hand finds his and squeezes, probably a reminder now to crash out.
“Do not get used to this,” Enjin calls out, “And somebody turn off the lights.”
Eishia gets up to turn off the lights, and Enjin hears the door open once again.
“Raider?!” Eishia squawks.
“Mother fucker-” Enjin sits up, annoyed. Sure enough, Jabber Wonger is in the hallway with a pink bonnet and flannel pajamas. Zanka’s standing next to him with a healthy dose of shame etched on his face.
“When did he get pajamas here?” Enjin demands, not caring if his sentences aren't making much sense.
“When I bought them,” Jabber giggles, “Move over old man. I heard there was a slumber party. Emphasis on the party.”
Zanka’s rubbing his eyes almost as much as Enjin now.
“Eishia, please turn out the lights still,” Gris asks politely.
“Oh! Right,” Eishia sounds a little shell shocked. With a click, the lights turn off and the three teenagers climb into bed.
“What the fuck’s he doing here?” Follo’s voice cuts through the darkness with an impressive tone of annoyance.
“Good question Follo,” Enjin calls out, “What is anyone doing in here? I seem to remember this being me and Gris’ room.”
Riyo hushes him, “I’m trying to sleep.”
“Riyo!” Jabber sounds way too excited to hear her, “You’re here too?”
“She’s the one that told us there was a sleepover in here,” Zanka points out.
“Oh yeah.”
“Why is there a Raider here?”
“Just go to sleep.”
“Somebody’s foot is in my face.”
“Shhhhhhhhhh.”
“Shhh my ass.”
“Amo’s trying to sleep!”
“Chill out.”
“Why is he here?!”
Enjin sighs as he realizes he’s not going to be getting much quality sleep. At least this time Riyo and Jabber aren’t painting each other’s toe nails and singing.
Yeah, thinking about it that way makes Enjin realize this is one of the better sleepovers he’s had hosted in his room without his consent.
Although they were a lot nicer when the only attendants were Riyo, Eishia, and Zanka.
“Goodnight everybody,” He sighs, getting comfy under the blanket.
The bickering cuts out for a chorus of goodnights. Admittedly, Enjin doesn’t hate having so many people to cuddle up with. He just needs to ask Corvus for a bigger bed.
He could never put a single kid up for adoption. He loves them all too much. Except for maybe Amo or that Raider.
When he wakes up he’s careful to escape the mass of bodies without waking anyone else up. He gets dressed and almost leaves the room for breakfast before remembering that Gris might want breakfast too.
He tries to gently shake Gris and asks if he wants coffee. When he doesn’t respond, Enjin’s forced to shake a little harder.
“Gris,” He hisses, “Coffee?”
Riyo sits up, rubbing her eyes, “Coffee? I’d take coffee. I want creamer in it.”
Zanka yawns and rubs his eyes too, “Me too.”
Jabber raises a hand, “Me three.”
“Jabber?” Rudo squawks, eyes going wide.
Enjin rubs his eyes and turns to exit the room. He’ll just get coffee for everyone.