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Clint woke to weight pressing against his ribs and the unmistakable smell of hot dog breath against his face. He opened his eyes to find Lucky sprawled across him, his head tucked beneath Clint’s chin as though the bed had been built specifically for him.
“You know you have your own bed, right?”
Lucky’s ears perked but he kept his eyes closed.
“Yeah, thought so.”
Clint scratched behind his ears anyway and Lucky immediately settled again, somehow heavier than before. “Five more minutes but then you have to get up.”
Lucky’s tail thumped again.
Despite himself Clint smiled. “Fine. Ten.”