It may or may not have been snoring that woke Dee. Sometimes, when he slept in a weird position, Mikkel did snore from a broken nose that happened quite a few years ago.
Being alone in a bed will definitely have the other Dane coming out, though he isn't as indiscriminate as his brother when it comes to finding someone to sleep with, call it innate paranoia. Which means now both of the Danes are under the blanket, under the table, in a ball that seems way too small for both of them to be down there. The two snuggled so close because being tiny and unnoticeable was the safest way to sleep.
In the end, it was the snoring that pulled both Dee and Jay from their shared slumber.
“Did they show themselves out?” He mumbled groggily, looking up at the empty side of the couch.
“…I don’t think so.” Dee whispered back, nodding to the blanket sticking out from under their large square coffee table. (Which, of course, was piled high with Dee’s notebooks and everything else he’d left lying all over the couch the day before.)
Trying not to wake them, Jay quietly whispered, “how are you feeling?”
“A little better…” Dee whispered back.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.” He shook his head, nuzzling back against Jay.
Jay expected that answer, after the night his fiancé had. Still, he whispered, “I’ll make some soup broth later…”
He glanced down. “and maybe go buy some sleeping bags.”
As they spoke there's a grouchiness about them talking from the younger Dane. It's followed instantly by Danish, quiet scolding, and grouching from Mikkel. Eventually, the younger Dane wiggles around and goes back to sleep.
Ansgar poked his head out from under that table. He whispered up to them. "Sorry he's being a brat."
The boy could be bratty, even half asleep, but he didn't mean to be. Ansgar figured his brother was starting to miss his partner and they might have to leave soon so Mikkel's attitude didn't start getting sour, though, maybe he would sleep a little longer.
“What are you guys doing under there?” The confused guitarist asked, perhaps a little too bluntly. He was also still half-asleep.
He couldn’t remember the last time he moved the large coffee table to vacuum the rug under it. He honestly never expected anyone to use it as a tent. Or something akin to a pillow fort.
Ansgar slowly slid out if Mikkel's grip and out from under the table to sit in the space between the tabl and the couch.
"He's always slept under things." Ansgar shrugged. "I started to over time too."
The Dane wasn't about to go into why. He knew his brother's quirks and apparently neither of his partners minded them. A grin blossomed on the blonde's face. "I wonder if Sigurd has to deal with him and Fredrik under his bed?"
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Being alone in a bed will definitely have the other Dane coming out, though he isn't as indiscriminate as his brother when it comes to finding someone to sleep with, call it innate paranoia. Which means now both of the Danes are under the blanket, under the table, in a ball that seems way too small for both of them to be down there. The two snuggled so close because being tiny and unnoticeable was the safest way to sleep.
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“Did they show themselves out?” He mumbled groggily, looking up at the empty side of the couch.
“…I don’t think so.” Dee whispered back, nodding to the blanket sticking out from under their large square coffee table. (Which, of course, was piled high with Dee’s notebooks and everything else he’d left lying all over the couch the day before.)
Trying not to wake them, Jay quietly whispered, “how are you feeling?”
“A little better…” Dee whispered back.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.” He shook his head, nuzzling back against Jay.
Jay expected that answer, after the night his fiancé had. Still, he whispered, “I’ll make some soup broth later…”
He glanced down. “and maybe go buy some sleeping bags.”
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Ansgar poked his head out from under that table. He whispered up to them. "Sorry he's being a brat."
The boy could be bratty, even half asleep, but he didn't mean to be. Ansgar figured his brother was starting to miss his partner and they might have to leave soon so Mikkel's attitude didn't start getting sour, though, maybe he would sleep a little longer.
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He couldn’t remember the last time he moved the large coffee table to vacuum the rug under it. He honestly never expected anyone to use it as a tent. Or something akin to a pillow fort.
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"He's always slept under things." Ansgar shrugged. "I started to over time too."
The Dane wasn't about to go into why. He knew his brother's quirks and apparently neither of his partners minded them. A grin blossomed on the blonde's face. "I wonder if Sigurd has to deal with him and Fredrik under his bed?"