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The new tavern the duo is staying is very nice. If only the circumstances were a little different. Since Egg has gotten his angelic powers back he started to get these.. urges. When asked about this, Saparata said that normally young angels will start learning to live with their instincts from as young as fourteen, but since Eggs powers were locked away when he was still too young he never got to experience them. So now they had to just weather through the first few... dozen of them. And now they were here.
Wemmbu can't help but be dumbfounded by what was happening. It was just getting kinda rudiculous. Not the whole "let's build a nest" thing. Just... where does he takes all these pillows from? Really, Wemmbu can excuse anything, but that new pillow that Eggchan added on the bed has been seen only once. In The End. In one of Minutes fancy chambers. Eggchan can open portals whenever he wants and wherever he likes again, but using it to borrow pillows from Minute? When Minute, as The Guardian, knows about all that's happening in The End? That's just inviting him... wait a minute.
"Egg, are you planing on inviting someone else here?!" Before Wemmbu can fling himself off the comfy nest Egg is alredy on him with a blanket. A blanket! "Egg, come on! You can't do this to me!"
Ignoring his friends protests, angel quickly wraps him up in a beautiful deep purple blanket and goes to continue building the nest. Wemmbu quickly finds himself laying on a side in the middle of all this. Still wraped up like a misbehaving kitten. What did his life come to...
Seeing that Eggchan doesn't plan on changing the way things are going, Wemmbu can do nothing but surrender to his fate. The voidling feels himself relax into the blankets and pillows that the nest is build from. Pastel blue canopy of the bed is now closed, not letting the sun shine Wemmbu in the eyes. Wemmbu can feel his consciousness slowly slip away.
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Eggchan adjusts a pillow under Wemmbus head. Angel knows how hard it is for the voidling to relax in new places, so him falling asleep so easily was either a testament to how exhausted he was, or, if you wanna look at good side of things, maybe Eggs nest-making skills are improving. Who knows now, Eggchan certainly doesn't.
"The queen bed is big enough for a few more people" Eggchan notes to himself. Sending a short text with coords, Eggchan lays down on the bed, covering Wemmbus sleeping form with his wing. It is a really nice nest he made. He doesn't notice as he falls asleep .
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Eggchan jumps up in the nest as the knocks ring out in the room. It was a polite three knocks, nothing more, nothing less. Egg feels two presences brushing over his. Wemmbu, feeling them too, stirs in his blankets, but Eggchan quickly smacks him with a wing, showing that everything is okay. Jumping off the nest he runs up to the door, swinging it open before practically dragging them inside. Jaden and Minute don't seem phased, even tho Egg isn't usually one to go for physical contact.
Egg starts fussing about their clothing, taking off all the coats, bags, weapons and so on. In the end, they find themself put in nest in their shirts and pants, shoes discarded somewhere at the door. Minute looks at how Egg continues to try and put Wemmbu and Jaden is such a way that they would all be able to hug. Wemmbu, having woke up when they got on the nest, starts complaining about the lack of sleep. Egg starts talking about integrity of soul and actions. Wemmbu, in retaliation, tackles the angel... on Jaden. Pirate seemed to expect it to happen, rolling a bit to the side.
Minute can't help but wonder how much of this all is the instincts and how much of this is influenced by Wemmbu. From what the guardian has seen of angels they were largely nontactile. Maybe it is because of the instincts, as they try to hold them off as much as possible... maybe. As he starts thinking of what kind of dynamic it would mean to embody in angel society, Eggchan seemed to remember about the fourth person in the room.
Taking Minute by the hands he starts to tug him into the cuddle pile that had formed on the bed. Wemmbu sleeping in the blankets, Jaden using the voudling as a pillow, Eggchans wings covering them. Letting the angel lay him down, Minute just let's himself slip away.
In the morning their chaotic life will continue as it always did, but right now they have the time to relax. To recuperate. To lay down in a nest and leave all the complications outside of it.