Haru places his free hand on his side, getting as close to returning the embrace as possible. but not... quite. because haruka.
he can't help but feel a warmth blossom in his chest, and a burgeoning sense of accomplishment hits him. he wasn't ever going to be as good at this as Makoto was, but any small way he could repay his friends mattered.
his voice stays low, almost unexpressive. ]
When you do, just come to my bed. [ it's such a simple offer, but it's not like they haven't been sleeping together for some time. he never minds. there was still the challenge of actually getting Nagisa to go to sleep. ]
With no warning? You won't punch me if I surprise you?
[ could haru be a sleep puncher? he peeks up curiously. the guy's pretty much dead to the world when he's asleep, as far as he's been able to tell since they started living together—not like he ever stayed up awake at night watching him or anything. definitely not. what is he, Makoto or something. ]
[ his expression goes taut as he huffs, looking down as much as he can at Nagisa's hair and then away quickly. well, he wasn't thinking of how opportunistic Nagisa would be with that. unless those nightmares really were every night ... still, his friend was the scheming type. feigned iciness ahoy. ]
Wahh... I'll just have to hold your arms down first!
[ slowly... sitting up... if you detect a hint of danger in his eye it's because he's about to pull some shit. probably throw him across the room now. ]
Nagisa! [ he knows exactly what's coming almost right away, and is already in protest mode -- but his body, alas, is too corpse-like to get into too much of a defensive position. he's too vulnerable too fast. ]
[ he is simply the worst for using the tickle tactic on. even knowing this, he always fails to resist. eventually he lets up and rolls back to exactly where he was, grinning but otherwise reduced once again to being a limpet attached to his side.
maybe not exactly, he catches one of Haru's legs between his knees, too. ]
[ Haru doesn't mind the proximity or leg entanglement. he's just glad the tickling nightmare is over. he really hates it, because it's like he's possessed when it's happening.
he shifts to get more comfortable, wondering if he should turn towards or away from Nagisa. his natural instinct is to turn on his side and away from him, but if he does that he'll fall asleep too quickly, and he wants to keep nagisa company until his eyes are shut. ]
[ that is still way too old for peeing the bed........... but whatever.
now that that's all out of his system, and he's even gotten a little roughhousing in, he's as sedate as can be, other than the occasional wriggle until he's decidedly comfortable. it's hard for him to sleep without his arms around something, so grasping onto Haru and the pillow above their heads will have to do. whatever, he doesn't even care right now. he is enjoying the Sweet Smell Of The Ocean. ]
[ he would point that out, but he's sure his sisters gave him enough trouble for it. he wouldn't want to spark up a traumatic peepants memory...
Haru doesn't even tense against the grab. he's used to personal space disappearing around Nagisa -- it was just something that happened. he wasn't sure what strategies Nagisa took that made him so compliant towards the affection when he'd stiffen up and bristle were it anybody else, but he's sure Nagisa got it from a war book.
he turns just a bit on his side, within Nagisa's grasp, but doesn't make a move to actually get away from him. ]
[ he studied tactics for years specifically to learn how to conquer Fort Haruka. when Haru turns, he relents enough to let him move freely and then latches back on, flipping the blankets up over them with his free hand and getting nice and comf right up against him. this is perfect, it's just like hugging the stuffed dolphin, only this is bigger and somehow less plush. ]
It's not my fault anyway, it's my sister's... anybody who says that urban legend about putting someone's hand in water when they're asleep isn't true never had it happen to them!
[ spoken directly in-between Haru's shoulders. ]
But it probably wouldn't work on you because the water likes you too much.
[ ... well, if any compliment could make Haru blush, it would be something like what Nagisa just said. hypothetically, of course. it's not as if he's actually blushing right now, and if he is at all, it's too dark to see and Nagisa has zero evidence and can't prove it and also can't see over his shoulders so there.
he rolls his shoulders just a bit, arching his back out more to get a bit more comfortable. he assumes Nagisa will just adjust his shape around him. ]
Do you want me to wake you up? When you're having them.
[ he does, thoroughly assimilating Haru into his full-body cuddle at a level he's never quite done to anything that wasn't a pillow, but treating it about the same. like he's a big, squishy pillow. a much warmer, more pliant sort of pillow. it never dawns on him i could get used to it because the fact is, he already is used to it. after Haru's done arching he mashes the side of his face back into his shoulders, shaking his head back and forth once or twice. ]
You could check on mom instead. I usually wake up on my own, and that's the first thing I do when it happens, so...
[ it'd save him a lot of grief to have the news update that she's fine and not gone right when he wakes up from dreaming that she is not fine and also gone. ]
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Haru places his free hand on his side, getting as close to returning the embrace as possible. but not... quite. because haruka.
he can't help but feel a warmth blossom in his chest, and a burgeoning sense of accomplishment hits him. he wasn't ever going to be as good at this as Makoto was, but any small way he could repay his friends mattered.
his voice stays low, almost unexpressive. ]
When you do, just come to my bed. [ it's such a simple offer, but it's not like they haven't been sleeping together for some time. he never minds. there was still the challenge of actually getting Nagisa to go to sleep. ]
#zombiefree
[ could haru be a sleep puncher? he peeks up curiously. the guy's pretty much dead to the world when he's asleep, as far as he's been able to tell since they started living together—not like he ever stayed up awake at night watching him or anything. definitely not. what is he, Makoto or something. ]
why does it always come back to this...
That, I can't promise.
im sorry i cant help myself... also 1/23
[ slowly... sitting up... if you detect a hint of danger in his eye it's because he's about to pull some shit. probably throw him across the room now. ]
And then...
NO NO NO JUST 1/2 I MEAN FUCJ
[ ATTACKS HIS SIDES
see here for visual ]
THIS IS ... THE FUCKING THANKS I GET...??? 1/3
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and some stock footage of a corgi running on the shore of a beach ]
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^_^
maybe not exactly, he catches one of Haru's legs between his knees, too. ]
I knew you'd see things my way.
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he shifts to get more comfortable, wondering if he should turn towards or away from Nagisa. his natural instinct is to turn on his side and away from him, but if he does that he'll fall asleep too quickly, and he wants to keep nagisa company until his eyes are shut. ]
Mm. Just don't wet the bed ...
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[ that is still
way too old for peeing the bed...........
but whatever.
now that that's all out of his system, and he's even gotten a little roughhousing in, he's as sedate as can be, other than the occasional wriggle until he's decidedly comfortable. it's hard for him to sleep without his arms around something, so grasping onto Haru and the pillow above their heads will have to do. whatever, he doesn't even care right now. he is enjoying the Sweet Smell Of The Ocean. ]
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Haru doesn't even tense against the grab. he's used to personal space disappearing around Nagisa -- it was just something that happened. he wasn't sure what strategies Nagisa took that made him so compliant towards the affection when he'd stiffen up and bristle were it anybody else, but he's sure Nagisa got it from a war book.
he turns just a bit on his side, within Nagisa's grasp, but doesn't make a move to actually get away from him. ]
I didn't ask for that information.
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It's not my fault anyway, it's my sister's... anybody who says that urban legend about putting someone's hand in water when they're asleep isn't true never had it happen to them!
[ spoken directly in-between Haru's shoulders. ]
But it probably wouldn't work on you because the water likes you too much.
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he rolls his shoulders just a bit, arching his back out more to get a bit more comfortable. he assumes Nagisa will just adjust his shape around him. ]
Do you want me to wake you up? When you're having them.
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You could check on mom instead. I usually wake up on my own, and that's the first thing I do when it happens, so...
[ it'd save him a lot of grief to have the news update that she's fine and not gone right when he wakes up from dreaming that she is not fine and also gone. ]