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I DARED

[latiosite]

[ Unfortunately, Persian isn't willing to be his wall for the night and he'll have to accept something more intimate. Both of them will. Which she doesn't seem to mind, although she seems to go through the occasional shift in shade of her normal pale skin and a blink-and-you'll-miss-it hint of red. She peers back at him before gently running a hand over Persian and whispering something to her (that she's happy to have her here, of course).

She turns the cover to start, mostly because she imagines he's waiting for her to make a move and follow her. He seems comfortable in his pajamas, but she can tell there's something tense building up inside him that he has to wrestle with. It's just so very Nanu. But Persian's settled and he's stubborn and if anything is going to be on her side, it's going to be him not wanting to discuss taking it back or discomfort. ]

Well, if that's how you feel. We can always trade off if you change your mind. [ Almost like approaching a scared Deerling, she has to be cautious and slow about this. Anabel presses a hand to the mattress and lifts herself up and beneath the comforter and shimmies beneath it and doesn't quite lay her head to the pillow just yet. ] I hope it's not too soft? I like an inbetween mattress, but I'm sure it's much softer than what you've been laying on.

[ Anabel gently nudges at Persian's side with her knee. ]

[ulaulakahuna]

[Pleased, the giant cat languidly stretches her paws and rolls onto her side. Spoiled as hell, Nanu thinks, though he clearly has no problem with it.]

[He's going through the same discoloration of blush, but knows it's mutual whether he happens to catch it on Anabel's face or not. They're just sleeping next to each other for Tapu's sake, this isn't hard. ...So he tells himself as he flips back the side of his covers much less neatly. He sits down and can already feel the huge difference between...well, anything he's slept on in the last decade, versus her bed. Even some of the hotel beds he would stay in during his Interpol career weren't as nice as this.]

[That may just be because he never shared it with a person like this, of course.]

If this is an 'inbetween' mattress, I can't imagine what the softest kind would be. [Like sleeping on a Mega-evolved Altaria, he bets. Slowly, he crawls in himself, mimicking her position as under the covers but not supine yet. The pillowy softness an odd feeling, after the way he's lived for so long, but not one he necessarily dislikes.]

[Nanu does, though, notably sink into the mattress more than Anabel does.]

...You're going to find me encased in this thing by the time morning comes around.

[latiosite]

[ Persian's delight is mirrored in Anabel's face, brightening as she laughs, a hand on her hip for a moment while she watches her. She twists to look at Nanu, like she's a proud parent and looking for confirmation from him right before she makes herself comfortable and quickly runs a hand over Persian's back.

She knows how Nanu does things, so there's no note-taking to how he slips in though she's sure there's some Butterfrees floating around his stomach much like her own. ]

I'm not sure why you're so stubborn about sleeping on steel coils and plyboard; not that I'll complain that you give me a reason to massage your shoulders. [ That confession does make her flush more. Touch is important to her and it's a rare thing; it means more when it occurs, it allows her to show how she feels beyond just words. She shifts to her side, though not lifting herself up. Instead she's prone, pillow soft and snuggled to her cheek. ] I'll get Krookodile to help dig you out if that happens.

[ She leans over behind her to turn off the lamp, but pauses to wait for indication that he's comfortable with her doing it. ]

Goodnight, Nanu.

[ulaulakahuna]

[He loves it anytime she interacts with any of his pokémon, but just like the situation itself, there's something special about this. Besides the fact that Persian is soaking it up like a sponge under Anabel's gaze at the end of her-- their bed.]

[Boy, that's going to take some getting used to.]

...You've never offered before. [It never seemed like an option to offer him before, either... But it makes sense considering what touch means to both of them. And with how she gets on his case about slouching. Still, it adds to the intimacy in the room, and he feels the heat despite not getting comfortable yet.]

[He shifts fully on his back, noticing the pillow is another addition to the ensemble he needs to get used to. Despite his joke, he does feel like he's sinking into it more than anything, and good-naturedly mumbles something about Krookodile will get even more stuck too as he tries to work out his position. Ultimately, Nanu chooses to roll over inward slightly—facing Anabel, of course—with one arm above the covers, and the other with his hand under his pillow.]

[Looking at her silhouette with the lamp behind her for a moment, he nods.]

...Goodnight, Anabel.