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Authentic journalism of this caliber was a tiring task. Pouring through every recount of the leviathan with this thorough of a hand was not only terribly tedious, but also, didn’t even really get them that much closer to finding the damn thing in the first place. Sure it told them what not to look for, but it rarely if ever gave them pointers on what to actually search for.
That exact thing was what had Wifies humbly decide, after scrawling a crude enough ‘debunked’ under his most recent detailing of a bullshit report, to take a much needed break. Hummer would hopefully understand, as much of a fanatic as he was. People had their limits, and Wifies was no exception.
Further supporting this, Wifies was decently sure Hummer had actually retired to bed a while ago now, sure he’d never announced it, but he hadn’t seen him busying around the library for a while now, and no long distance chatter had come from his voicebox from wherever he could have disappeared to either, so Wifies felt pretty sure in saying he too had given up for the day, which gave him all the reason he needed to retire himself from his position.
That all being said, the clone dragged himself up from his temporary workspace, and made his way up to Hummer’s kitchen. He didn’t feel that tired, you were hard pressed to see him as such, but to say he didn’t need a pick me up if anything would be a lie. Hours of mindless work made him if not tired then horribly disoriented, at best. So coffee it was.
Instead of being met with the sun filtering through his curtains, as it had been when he’d last taken a break, he was met with the moon high in the sky and a very chilly draft that ran through the still cracked open window. Leaving both the room itself and Wifies in a deep blue hue and freezing to their bones.
The chill, if anything, at least put enough energy back into him to put together a cup of coffee, although, in his half aware delirium, it ended up being more caffeine than water. Wifies crinkled up his nose at the taste of it once he’d taken his first sip, but continued drinking regardless, the side effects less pressing than a waste in material.
See, despite what he may seem, Wifies was not one for black coffee if he could help it. The extra caffeine, now unwatered down and bitter, always had the byproduct of slowing him down and making him infinitely more tired, which was the exact opposite reason anyone drank any coffee ever, so it rendered the entire drink not only useless to him, but actively harmful in terms of productivity anyways.
“God damnit.” Wifies whispered, he wasn’t sure if Hummer was asleep yet and he wasn’t about to test how light of a sleeper he was, so whispering his grievances was all he could do. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t able to muster much more to get angry about anyways as he physically felt his body begin to shut down as a side effect of faulty wiring and caffeine.
He still finished it anyway, mug discarded in the sink, but it now left him sleepily hobbling around the house. Which meant he wasn’t getting any wind down time, nor any more work done for that matter, and he now had no reason to avoid the sleep he so vehemently tried to ignore in the first place.
Really, he tried to look for an excuse, but he couldn’t so much as look at a report in this state, let alone read through its contents without feeling like he wanted to roll over and die, so sleep was his best option he had, only because the third was drowning again and he’d rather not.
Climbing up the stairs to the bedroom was a horribly loud affair. Wifies felt himself stop every few seconds at the atrociously loud creaking every footfall provided, Praying Hummer didn’t wake up. But with mild luck on his side, Hummer himself seemed to be just as deep a sleeper as he was, so, no harm was done. Thank void.
There was only one bed, Wifies knew and was fine with it, Hummer obviously did too, and was painfully awkward about it, like extremely so. Stuttering more than usual and a screen full of static kind of awkward about it.
Personally, From his years on Unstable, a server in which sharing a bed with close friends was not only common but encouraged, Wifies would be able to confidently say that if anything, this would be a return to form for him if nothing else.
He’d told Hummer this much, and he’d still been oddly flighty about the whole ordeal, but he’d said he was happy that Wifies was fine with it, at least. But Wifies still got the feeling Hummer himself was still coming to terms with Wifies impromptu crash at his place. Rather poorly at that.
Hummer’s room was almost comedically small, barely a room at all, it was painfully clear he used it for sleeping and little else. There were very few trinkets on the shelves, a glass of water by his bedside and a journal Wifies would feel wrong snooping through, so he didn’t. But had the side effect of leaving him oddly curious as a result. Worst thing to be when exhausted to your metaphorical bones.
The man himself was laid out on the left side of the bed, Tv discarded and dim on his bedside, huddled up near the edge of the mattress still as stone, as if he had fallen asleep there only to give Wifies enough room to lay comfortably beside him with space to spare between them. The gesture made Wifies smile through his caffeine ridden stupor.
Wifies graciously laid down on the side opposite Hummer and near immediately sank back into the covers. Losing any remaining decorum he did still have to the soft red plush of the pillows and mattress. With his face already stuffed into one of the few remaining pillows and the rest of him somehow stuffed entirely under the covers, tall and lanky as he was, he was basically asleep as soon as he fell flat on the mattress and no later than that.
Hopefully Hummer didn’t mind. Wifies was painfully aware of his tendency to move in his sleep. Against his will, his brain unhelpfully supplied imagery of him either shoved entirely off the bed, half so, or even one time when he had somehow managed to shove Parrot off the mattress to which he has never lived down.
If he did that here he didn’t know if the embarrassment would ever fade.
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Hummer woke up the next morning with a crick in his neck.
Upon trying to move his head to try to remedy it any, he was met by many a mumbled protest, and the very distinct feeling of breathing down his neck. For a second, with the instincts of a baby prey animal, he laid stock still, mind flitting uselessly in an attempt to figure out what was behind him. Before he realised he was a moron, and his brain easily supplied the answer.
Wifies, obviously, was the one behind him, he had apparently ended up not only curled up behind him, completely negating personal space altogether, but had held onto him with the same ferocity you would as a child with a stuffed animal. The whole ordeal had Hummer faintly rosy around the ears and with becoming more eerily aware of just how closely they were tangled he wouldn’t be surprised if soon his entire face was red hot.
Not only had Wifies thrown an arm over him in his sleep, no that would have been too simple, he’d moved his other arm so that it sat under his head, effectively making it Hummer’s pillow for the night. How he’d slept so comfortably like this wasn’t something he was keen on finding out.
His legs weren’t safe either, because, again, truly a mystery how this one happened, but the other, far taller man, had thrown one of his legs over Hummer’s, as if he were a pillow. Encasing practically half his torso and all of his remaining space on the bed, and had seemed to basically tangle the other free one between his own.
Being so close to him now, Hummer had a stunning realisation. Wifies was freezing. Even huddled up under blankets and hoodies big enough to swallow him whole, he still bled a chill that Hummer likened rather kindly to the ocean. The kind of thing he wanted to bury his nose in and drown in, although now, instead of his lungs burning, it was his head that had begun to hurt, lightheaded and off in the clouds somewhere in fantasy.
Before he knew it, Hummer felt himself moving to do exactly that. Call him deluded, call him neurotic, call him everything under the sun, but this level of attachment, after an eternity of empty oceans and unanswered calls, may as well have been his own version of resurfacing from the deep. Breathing in greedy air where there had been none prior.
So, just as greedily as his mind, Hummer buried his face into the crook of Wifies’ sweater, which smelt every bit of seasalt and ocean water that Hummer had expected, and wanted. Before he knew it he was somehow completely balled up in the other guy's arms. Still somehow cold, and still extremely comfortable, the former of which he was still yet to complain about.
This was what he was so worried of when he’d talked to Wifies about it the day prior, him getting too attached and doing something stupid like this. Curling up into the arms of a man he’s only known for a few days, who probably didn’t even share his own obscure feelings.
Hummer knew himself well, he knew that if he really wanted something, whether it be to witness Levi, or gain Wifies’ attention, then he’d get it no matter the consequence. Drowning himself was a measly cost to pay to Levi, and his heart was a byproduct of Wifies’ eyes on him, it was that simple. At least in his mind.
But, Wifies was a lot like Levi in a lot more than just Hummer’s passions, both were mysterious and cold, deceiving and hard to understand, but both horribly fleeting in their own right. No matter how much he gave himself to their causes, he knew they were both flighty and fleeting in equal measure, like ice about to crack at any given moment if your feet were to falter.
And Hummer, stupidly, had cracked the ice himself and was now drowning in the icy waters.
Speaking of, Hummer felt the cold breathing against his hair pick up into something deeper, and on instinct shut his eyes again, trying to feign sleep, if only to get out of what would probably be his most uncomfortable conversation with Wifies to date, and that was saying something.
“Mm..” A very very sleepy mumble came from above him and the TV had to try every trick in the book to not react. Bite his tongue, squint his eyes, think about a desert, really anything to stop himself from laughing and screaming in equal measure. “Oh.”
Oh indeed. It was so eloquent Hummer felt a laugh die in his throat. It was so distinctly Wifies he couldn’t help himself, a small smile flickered on his face briefly, but just as quickly it disappeared, Hummer willing himself to remember exactly where it was helped tamp it down, if only a tad.
“Good morning to you too.” Wifies spoke to his presumed unconscious body, arm retreated from Hummer’s side to instead lift his chin with the same fascination of a scientist with a microscope. If Hummer was far too scared to open his eyes before he certainly was now. Hearing just how close Wifies had gotten made his heart race enough, he didn’t need to see him too. Not like this anyway.
“..I really need to stop doing this. Huh?” No, no he didn’t. Really. At least, Hummer didn’t think so, and he felt a bit like he had a bit of a say in all of this, considering he was the one Wifies was holding, y'know? Out of anyone he felt like he had the authority to tell him not to. “It’d be safer for you that way. Wouldn’t it?”
Wifies waxed poetic often, whether off the side of the ship or in rambling journaling to himself, it was one of his many endearing traits if you asked Hummer, but this? This self deprecating poetry, it was not only new but exceedingly worrying.
Hummer heard Wifies scoff cynically and a hand snake up the back of his neck and all but suddenly Hummer had the very strong feeling Wifies was studying him and he couldn’t tell if he was happy about that fact or not. Just as suddenly he decided he actually wasn’t going to think about it at all. Thanks.
“Safe. God I haven’t changed a bit have I?” Wifies snickered all to himself, running a thumb along Hummer’s cheek, soft and calculated in equal measure, before booping him rather gently on the nose.
Before Hummer could think on that any, Wifies suddenly leant forward and Hummer felt his forehead gently bump into his own, and he resisted every urge to stammer. Nor move any closer and do something he would horribly regret. So long as he didn’t open his eyes though, that latter would hopefully never come to fruition. The former was already a lost cause. Head filled up with indecipherable rambling already.
The gesture in and of itself felt weirdly intimate. Not romantic per se, but extremely personal. Something that Wifies, a veteran of an extremely volatile hardcore server, wouldn’t just do to someone he didn’t truly trust in some way.
The feelings dredged up in his waterlogged heart caused from it made staying silent for any longer an impossible task, and Hummer found himself speaking before he could even realise it.
“You don’t have to.” It was slow, careful, unlike his usual stuttery jumble of words that could hardly be described as speech in any sense. He needed so desperately for Wifies to realise how seriously he was taking this.
Wifies didn’t so much as flinch when Hummer spoke, he didn’t move at all actually. You could tell Hummer that Wifies had known he was awake the whole time and he’d probably believe you. Maybe he had? Hummer desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. Then again he didn’t know how closely Wifies had been studying him.
“I don’t think that's something you want to admit to me.” Wifies replied, ever so cynical and not even an inch surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Hummer asked, confusion lacing his tone. Sure Hummer wasn’t particularly known for safety, he’d drowned himself enough to prove that wrong, but, Wifies of all people denouncing safety as a whole was surprising to him.
Had he been anyone else, it would probably have been concerning.
Wifies sighed, even his breath seemed to be ice cold on Hummer’s face, that or he was just that warm that it felt cold to him. Either way. It didn’t seem natural. “I just,” Wifies started, then paused, words coming from him at a snail's pace. “Don’t think you understand what you're getting into, with me.”
“Why’s that?” Hummer tried, trailing off into quiet laughter. I mean, Wifies couldn’t have realistically done anything that terrible, could he? He knew Wifies, at least he liked to think he did, Wifies wouldn’t hurt anybody, not if he could help it.
“I’m a terrible person.” Wifies spoke so calmly you could mistake it for fact. Hummer didn’t know whether to fear him or to pity him, or do both in equal measure. “I’ve done terrible things and-” Wifies trailed off again, Hummer felt his head turn away and adapted by huddling in closer, space between them non existent. “I don’t think I’m.. better yet, for lack of a better word.”
Hummer wasn’t told much about Wifies’ past. Spark notes or anecdotes at best. He’d heard vague tales of escape rooms and chunk bans, spyglasses and wooden swords, birds and cats, not enough to give you a clear picture, but whenever they were recalled, Hummer distinctly saw the look on Wifies’ face, never this sorrow, no, it was always joy of some kind.
He’d excitedly tell Hummer about those stories when they travelled, how he and Kenadian broke a soft lock together, fondly recall a scavenger hunt with Parrot in a flower field, or material hunting with Wato out in the farlands. He didn’t know any of these people, obviously. But they seemed special to Wifies so he had filed them away with care, so he could tell you this for certain:
Hummer had never heard him sound so angry.
“You’re trying though, aren’t you?” Hummer asked, still decidedly not moving away from Wifies despite all of those whirling feelings. He felt that if he did, something in Wifies would break, ice under his heel and all, remember?
Wifies hesitated before replying this time. A lot longer than Hummer expected him to.
“..For him, yeah. I’d do anything.” Wifies whispered, odd sounding, have a step between mourning and that all burning anger. Hummer had the courage to open his eyes. Seeing Wifies own burning into the ceiling with the ferocity of a man at war.
He was blinking back tears. Purple irises radiating almost rainbowy patterns in the morning light before they disappeared down the side of his face.
“Then. I’ll wait for you.” Hummer tried, finally putting his money where his mouth was and putting his words to action. Gently, he lifted a hand up to Wifies’ jaw and tilted his face back down to face him. Wiping the offending tears away with his thumb. “Do you think that's what he would have wanted?”
Wifies laid there silently for a beat long enough to scare even Hummer, blinking rapidly to dry his now teary eyes. But, in good news, that smile, fond, dopey and distinctly pained, stayed very prominent on his face. Remembering something Hummer couldn’t even begin to understand.
“I think so.” Wifies managed, only barely audible to even Hummer. The TV for his part hummed equal parts in reply.
“Then I’ll stay with you, I mean, if that's what you want?”
“That’d be lovely.” Wifies shut his eyes again, now seemingly content, and Hummer was the one to close the distance between them this time, foreheads colliding again. He didn’t dare move any closer, he may have been a lunatic but he knew how to read the room, you know?
The heavy air in the room finally seemed to recede like a beach at low tide, and Wifies finally seemed to realise that he was ranting, which seemed to break him out of his impromptu depression.
“Sorry about all that, I don’t know what came over me,” Wifies chuckled, now a lot more awkward than previous, wound back up tight, only showing as much as he wanted Hummer to see. Though, notably he didn’t move away from Hummer which was something he noted with absolute pride.
“I think it makes up for all the ranting I’ve been doing, don’t worry about it” Hummer said with a tiny hand wave. Even with his face on full display he couldn’t will himself to sit still. Wifies had said it reminded him of someone but he’d never said who.
A very small beat of silence permeated the room. Conversations between the two of them frequently lulled like this, strangers or colleagues, they both were too stuck in the clouds to keep a conversation flowing for awfully long.
This time though, it didn’t take Hummer too long to find another topic of conversation.
“Is this,” Hummer motioned between the two of them and the way they practically bled into each other with the proximity. “Normal? On your home server?” It was a half genuine question, really. He was curious sure, but the other half of him just really wanted to get under Wifies’ skin.
Wifies had the gall to look away again, but his eyes didn’t stray for very long. “..No. Not exactly.” He said in that drawn out tone he always got when particularly embarrassed. Him getting anything like this out of Wifies of all people filled him with a childlike joy that rivaled none.
“Don’t push it.” Wifies mumbled, as soon as he caught the look on Hummer’s face, all shiny teeth and bright eyes, distinctly playful looking. Hummer didn’t have the restraint to suppress it any, nor did he want to, something about Wifies’ reaction made his failure horribly rewarding.
Wifies’ face slowly turned from burning hot embarrassment to simple fascination. Leaving the teasing at the door just to be seemingly perplexed by the sharp points and carnivorous biology that marked Hummer as something distinctly unhuman, in lieu of him actually appreciating him. He would know if he was, Wifies was leagues too fixated for it to be anything more. But, for the sake of annoying his research partner, he pretended not to notice.
“Just saying, you’re looking at my mouth an awful lot.” Hummer teased, rolling his eyes with a tiny head tilt, trying, in vain, to feign nonchalance. Still grinning like a tiger the whole while, pointedly ignoring Wifies’ new expression of pure evil, half because he couldn’t see it in his own self confidence, and half because he didn’t want to believe it was there in the first place. Either way, in hindsight, taking his eyes off of Wifies at all in this situation was a mistake.
“My bad,” The clone hummed, the hand that again was still on his face, Hummer now was painfully reminded of, had now easily turned his head back to look at Wifies. He didn’t even have the chance to process that cluster fuck of feelings before something viscerally new and vivid entered his senses.
Wifies, even though it didn’t last long, had absolutely kissed him, Hummer was almost convinced he hadn’t for a moment, but it had happened, he’d felt it, his eyes shut and his senses shot. Only gripe he had was that the phantom of it lasted longer than the kiss itself really.
“..You-” Hummer started, Wifies very over dramatically shushed him. Shut him up quick.
“We’re not talking about it.” Wifies rushed to say, retracting his hand only to instantly bite down on his sweater sleeve, canines pulling almost violently at cotton. Hummer, in all of his grace, laid there like a complete idiot for longer than he should have. Leaving Wifies more of an opportunity to flee like the sad puppy he looked every bit of.
“I-.. I’ll keep it a secret if you kiss me properly.” Hummer finally managed, why he’d said that he had literally no idea, but when he saw Wifies head turn up on a swivel, face redder than the blankets they huddled under, that anxiety only fueled his ambition.
“You swear?” The clone raised a beyond skeptical eyebrow and Hummer couldn’t help but roll his eyes again, not unkindly, but he was horribly impatient. He was the kinda guy to need results faster than he could produce them. Wifies was no exception to the rule. If anything he only enforced it tenfold, especially in matters of the heart.
Hummer had admitted it the moment he’d confronted him on the beach, he loved Wifies. How could he not be right? When Wifies had all but smugly called him out on the screenshot Hummer may as well have seen stars, he was perfect.
Wifies was a lot of things, things Hummer hadn’t seen in anyone else hunting levi before. He was smart, but not dismissive, he knew there was more to the story than what Aronaxx had said, he knew that there was something out there, and he knew that he was able to find it, brute force or otherwise.
Wifies also felt a hell of a lot more experienced with this line of work than anyone else Hummer had seen investigating Levi. Something about his fear bled from experience rather than naivety and it only served to Hummer as a question of where he’d been, what he’d done, what he’d been downplaying when he’d say to Hummer he only made videos on the internet, because it sure as hell wasn’t all he did.
He’d said it before, he’d say it again, Wifies was perfect. To him, anyways, and he was slowly realising that he couldn’t wait that much longer to tell him that fact.
“I promise.” Hummer promised stupidly. Although he’d never been a child himself, the exchange felt extremely childish to him, like they were about to lock pinkies and promise to stay hush about this stupid, equally childish, deal. The look on Wifies’ face only made that feeling ten times stronger and Hummer may as well have fallen twice.
He would have been happy to.
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That went a lot better than Wifies expected it to.
He thought admitting, even vaguely, to everything would have put Hummer off of him, had he been around to hear but he found himself both very pleasantly surprised by his swift acceptance of his less than stellar reputation, and almost perplexed by that decision in equal measure.
Wifies was only still thinking about this to avoid the elephant in the room. Which was the deal he’d just agreed to.
He wasn’t nervous, not really. After earlier he felt so unwound you could place him dead set in the spawn of Unstable and he’d still be buzzing with the adrenaline of it all, but to say he was hesitant would be a massive understatement. Romance was never his forte, wasn’t before, and it certainly wasn’t now. The idea of it on paper was fine and dandy and all but having it in front of him now confused him.
What was he supposed to do?
While he sat there deciding the best plan of action, Hummer seemingly decided to take the initiative for him. Reaching for his face, hands finding his jaw, no matter how light it was, it would have brought Wifies right back down to the floor, and hold his rapt attention.
“I don’t-” Wifies started with honesty. That new trait he was trying to learn, remember? “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, like, exactly.”
“Neither am I..” hummer chuckled, Wifies again could feel his stuttered breath on his face, he’d forgotten how close they were, nor that his own eyes were closed, he wasn’t keen on opening them, he knew that if he did, he would be done for.
“Do I just.. Like, go for it or?” Wifies asked, clutching onto Hummer’s forearm for dear life, god forbid he fumble this late in, right? Then again if Hummer was also confused maybe it’d land a little better if he fucked up. That was the hope, anyways.
“I guess?” Hummer said, granting him permission, or so he assumed. No time better than the present, right?
The first thing that the clone registered wasn’t the kiss or anything even related to it. It was simple, mundane, that being that he hadn’t taken his makeup off the night prior, in his coffee induced stupor.
Why was that what he worried about right now, of all things? No clue. But at the very least, that was now more where his paranoia laid, whether or not he’d tracked any eyeshadow nor lipstick onto the pillows or covers or Hummer god forbid, rather than whether or not he was going to mess up the kiss and therefore their entire relationship. Which was better, right? Wifies thought so anyways.
Wifies, again, was no romantic if that wasn’t obvious enough already. Once the paranoia had faded, he had no flowery prose that flooded his mind nor any particularly buzzing feelings left under his skin at the contact. It was nice, extremely so. But was it all encompassing? Not really. It was warm, a little fluttery, and extremely sappy. All the things he was not, but not something he was really against.
He didn’t know how long it lasted, nor how long it was until they pulled away, only that they did, and that the silence after was deafening. The clone heard the shuffling of sheets and the minute feeling of Hummer moving, but not much else, not with his primary sense absent.
So, Wifies hesitantly cracked open an eye and caught a look at Hummer.
Instead of looking any myriad of heightened emotions he could be wearing right now, Hummer seemed to be wearing the same soft, fond look Wifies had been. Wifies’ brain supplied the fact he looked almost dopey under the dull morning light.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” Hummer replied simply, eyes blinking slowly shut again. On the verge of falling asleep. He still hadn’t let go of Wifies’ face, but his hand had since dropped to his neck in his impromptu tire. It was as if all the anxiety had rolled off of him and it left him devoid of any spare energy. “Sorry, I just.. This isn’t how it's supposed to go is it?”
“Probably not.” Wifies giggled, the higher tone making Hummer’s face somehow soften even more into his pillow, black hair splayed out wildly to frame him. Really he should have forced Hummer to take a shower or something before he got anywhere close to the bed, it was so clear to see his hair was waterlogged with salt and whatever else he’d managed to track in from the ocean, it was almost comical.
“But like, do you want to deal with all that?” Wifies asked, opting to bury half his face in the remaining space still left on his pillow. He heard Hummer laugh under his breath lightly, his hand coiling back up Wifies’ neck and settling casually in his hair. He continued, a little quieter than before. “It’s a lot of work.”
“..You really think that?” Hummer asked, Wifies blinked up slowly at him. Seeing Hummer now, it was as if Wifies were an angel on Earth, like he’d hung the stars in the sky. What he’d done to elicit such a reaction was beyond him but hey, if Hummer was happy he was happy, right?
“Yeah?”
“Oh thank Levi..” Hummer breathed out happily, one of his bitten nails finding the dog ears nestled in Wifies’ hair, he leaned into it a lot more than he’d liked to have admitted. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Wait, seriously?” Wifies asked, a little perplexed. Not everyone wanted dramatic confessions of their feelings sure, but being relieved at its absence was another thing. The question of why hung on his breath, but he held it back, waiting patiently for Hummer to speak first.
“I- I mean no offence, but you look the type? Y'know, to not go too overboard if you get what I mean?” Hummer grinned, sheepishly, Wifies nodded in rapt attention. Although, in all honesty half of it was elsewhere, trapped by Hummer’s nails against his scalp. “Do you get what I mean?”
“Kinda?” Wifies squinted his eyes for a moment, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words, before his eyes lit up a little in recognition. The pieces clicking together in real time. “Oh. oh. That's what you mean?”
Wifies laughed a little more, beyond himself and pulled the covers back up to his jaw. “You too?”
“Yeah, you couldn’t tell?” Hummer nodded happily, curling in just a fraction closer to him, Wifies throwing his arm back over him comfortably. Both of them ended up nose to nose again, although neither of them moved any closer.
“Not really, hoped so, but y’know, I wasn’t placing any bets.” Wifies mumbled, half lost to his pillow. Eyes drooping back shut against his own will, he felt Hummer’s forehead knock into his own and didn’t have to open his eyes to know he was knocked out again. Wifies let himself be taken under just as easily.
In conclusion? Wifies should drink coffee more often.