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Cat bed!

[makoto snorts, putting down the pad and pencil on his lap, and instead holding on to the cup in a precarious position in rin's hands. makoto can tell he's falling asleep on the spot, and he just doesn't have the heart to keep him up to this (as much as he wants to just sit and talk with rin all night).]

I'll think about it.

[the offer is a sincere one, even if he thinks the cats should stay out of the bedrooms at night, but he did promise rin he would let them once they got their own place.]

Though... I think maybe I should help you to bed?

[he leans in closer to rin, somewhat measuring where the armrest of the couch is and leaving the cup there, nuzzling his face into red hair.]

We can continue this conversation in the morning. [and he will eat the apple strudel all on his own omg]

Mn? No, I don't wanna move.

[let sleeping sharks lie, Makoto; Rin huffs in a fussy kind of way]

It's comfy here... keep planning. I really like it, that you want to...

[certainly losing his grip on his tongue, with embarrassing things like that being mumbled against Makoto's shirt. in another moment, he'll be sliding into Makoto's lap and displacing those writing tools, if the other doesn't stop this sideways collapse. have some unfocused kisses, some of which fall more on Makoto's collar and hair than actual skin. he doesn't seem to have noticed that his tea cup has been removed from his person entirely]

[an edge of pleading pitches Rin's voice, one that only arises in very sleepy, or very intimate moments, since he's much more the type to demand than to ask]

Don't quit. I'll go to bed when you do.

[and really, would there be any difference to how Makoto started the evening? maybe -- with the reason for all this fuss of moving and building and making a home becoming a heavy weight of inspiration on his lap or shoulder]

[(also the added inspiration of a warm strudel, all to himself)]

[rin really wants to make this moment last as long as possible, but that's not going to quite work out in his favour. makoto glances down at his lap, at the apple strudel sitting over there, then back at rin slumping further onto him.]

[it was clear what makoto had to do.]

I know, I know, [he picks up on the pleading tone and counters with one that is miserable to have to put this off at all] but if I go to bed early I can continue early in the morning, too. [no matter that it is past midnight;]

[he picks rin up, slowly and carefully, as he stands up from the couch, pad and pencil left on the couch. the tea will be completely cold, and he can--probably grab the plate with the apple strudel-- aha! what a precarious hold for such precious cargo (the pastry).]

We'll sleep now. --can you reach the light switch for me?

[makoto's walked up to the wall with said switch. even if the bottom floor pools in darkness, there's some white christmas lights hanging onto the top rafters connected near where their bed alcove is. once switched off by some miracle, he starts going up the steps, a slow ascend, exaggerated rocking from side to side, humming under his breath.]

[there's nothing cute about the way Rin's hand boyishly, clumsily whacks at the wall with a solid noise to turn the switch off, but the way he curls his arms snugly around Makoto after might be endearing enough to make up for it, or the way he mumbles some response that's mostly gibberish, mouth pressed against Makoto's shoulder]

[and when Makoto places him in the makeshift bed, he stretches slow and luxurious, from his long feet to arms extended out over his head -- filling up roughly 75% of the mattress with sleepy, out-flung limbs. his eyes are red slits, as they always are late at night, and even if he doesn't really see what Makoto's doing about the room (gathering blankets, taking off clothing), the moment he's back within range, those out-flung arms catch at him like seaweed in the waves, tug him downdown]

You gotta gettup early...

[let him dream; and although Rin likes to sleep in darkness, he's gotten used to Makoto's penchant for stars, and the Christmas lights don't bother him one bit, rather making the world soft and glowing around the edges (which is how his heart typically feels, around Makoto)]

It's inevitable. [big words for sleepy rin] You'll bounce me off the bed when you get up for your run, so I guess I will get up early.

[as much as his plans for eating his half of the apple strudel, makoto feels content. he patpats rin's head until it's a slow, soft brush of fingers onto the nest of red hair. it's really sweet to have rin like this, in his presence.]

[the strudel stares at him from atop a pile of books, and it might as well be covered in ants the next morning or be halfway nibbled at by the cats, because makoto is spreading his attention back towards the matter at hand: rin. he turns, one leg bent and over the mattress, as he leans down to envelope the other.]

Gimme space on the bed, pleaaase?

[disturbed from his wonderful petting, Rin makes a comically long grumbling noise, which turns into a kind of pleased one as Makoto squishes down on top of him. with absolutely no grace, he shuffles to make room on the bed, while also drawing Makoto close, sleepy, warm breath huffing onto his neck and shoulders]

Don't mess'around.

[incredible, as Rin is the one currently messing, making a bit of a disaster of the quilts and blankets scrunched up at their feet. he doesn't want to let Makoto go for a minute, but it's necessary as Makoto pulls some of those tortured blankets up over them]

Hnnm.

[this was perhaps at one time a word, or a reproach; he settles down once Makoto does, long red lashes finally weighed completely down over those red slits, head heavy on Makoto's chest]

'v you.

[because even completely out of it, halfway unconscious as is, Rin doesn't like to go to sleep without Makoto knowing exactly how he feels about him]

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