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[shadowglitter]

Man, you're gonna go to sleep?

[ he can't hide how disappointed he sounds. stupid bodies and their stupid passing out bullshit. he sits up and rests on his elbows, looking over at Peter, maybe a little too close. ]

I mean-- like, yeah. You don't have to ask.

[quickfingers]

I can try not to. [But Peter definitely looks tired, blinking to try and wake up a little but otherwise just - laying there looking back at Odin. Not hard to tell his energy's drained, hand slipping away from Odin's neck to just rest on the bed after a short trip skimming over his back.]

What d'you wanna do?

[shadowglitter]

I... uh.

[ fuck, he doesn't know. it's right there on his face that he doesn't actually have a reason to keep Peter up, he just. wants this conversation to last? he wants this to last, he wants the feeling of fingertips brushing over him to last. he watches Peter for a moment and then gives up, shaking his head. ]

Man, it's cool. Go to sleep. We'll see each other again soon. [ he's acting as if peter's going away for a trip, or something, even though they're gonna sleep right next to each other until morning. he pushes peter's face with an open palm. bleh ]

[quickfingers]

[Peter makes a bleergh noise as a palm descends on his face and like a fat, sleepy cat, he doesn't do much to deter it. He does poke his tongue out to lick it in a purposely sloppy and disgusting way before laughing. Rootbeer perks up and hops on to the bed, curling up at their feet and Peter just. Feels at home.]

G'night, dumbass.