SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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[gluttoning]

It was. Was real nice.

[Even if he only remember bits and pieces in the haze, color and texture and faces and feeling.

His eyes flutter underneath Hani's hand to his eyes, touch to his hair, his chest drawing in a slow breath, rising under Tylor's firm hand. His free hand lifts to blindly rest between the two touches occupying his body, while the other wrings a bit tighter against Morgan's fingers.]

...Don't wanna wake up alone. Don' wanna... mn...

[But the touch is warm and distracting, and the buzz of drugs lulls, and he can feel the spots start to dance and the sounds of the room start to pitch in and out in a fog. Unable to resist it, unable to understand why he might want to.

He hums again, wearily. A mumble at first. A dialogue, distant, to the wrong person in that moment of reality slipping as sleep takes over.]

--Hold my hand till we sleep, okay... kay... 'tll be okay, Booker--

[Both his hands tighten protectively, enough that the moments he slips back to sleep are more evident in how his grip finally goes slack than anything else.]

[tylorific]

[ There's a reach for the hand as it comes to rest between Hani and him. Gentle, but solid and warm, heart beat steady. Once his grip goes slack, Tylor leans down to shrug the bag off quietly as he can. As he rises, he leans ro whisper to Morgan. Do you want to stay and sit with him a while?

The responding nod is all he needs before he is lifting Morgan and setting him as softly, quietly as he can on the edge of the bed. Right beside Bear, asleep.

Tylor leans against the bed too, wordlessly rolling his shoulder from the soreness. Eyes glance to Hani, then to Bear. But they find roost on Bear's cast. He steps around Morgan to lean into the bed on his other side, nearly back to back so he can feel it if Morgan decides to topple.

He moves slow enough that it's clear he is making a pointed effort not to make any noise. Given enough time, eventually a cute lion is lounging right where Bear will see it when he wakes. Then a cute bunny joins the doodle on one side, on the other a wolf. He pauses, glancing to Hani, this time with a head tilt over deciding what to doodle them as.

Once that's settled, he caps his sharpie with another whisper, to no one in particular-- ]

See, now there's no way he'll wake up alone.

[tinged]

[ hani keeps their hand cupped over bear’s eyes until they know he’s slipped off somewhere meadow warm. and a moment more after that, because they don’t want him to see them leave. they would block his ears if they could, lest these words make it into his dreamland. ]

とり, a bird. So I can always fly back to you.

[ a fond glance at both morgan and justy, though somewhat muted. ]

I’m leaving. I didn’t want to tell him. But I’ll be back in a couple of days.

[ either they’ll arrange for someone to drive the rest of them back, or they can extend their hotel reservation. whatever morgan and justy want. ]

Will you… tell him? That I’ll be back like I promised?

[ that they'll be there when he wakes up. just… a little delayed. ]