Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

uwutuber (srry if this is a little jank, it was kind of a challenge for me since i'm not a good writer but it was fun xD)

The concept of a sleepover never really sat right with Niko. Whenever he was invited to one when he was younger, he'd always turn away from it, saying that he had something else to do when really, he was only busy sleeping in his own bed. Maybe, just maybe, he should've skipped out of this one too. Or maybe not? Like, if sleeping over was a person, this would be its really awkward first impression towards Niko. Well, it was just one night, he thought. Until he remembered it was with an impulsive and utterly eccentric little cat. Sure, Niko, too, was very unconventional himself, but Silver was way more so than he was, and somehow, Niko knew. First of all, he asked for some advice from friends for advice: 'bring over some snacks or something' was what they'd tell him. So, he did.

"Here, I brought some snacks and drinks for you. I already ate, so you can have all of that. Help yourself, yeah?" Niko sets down the heavy plastic bag on a counter once he entered Silver's residence. "I'll just go with your flow, alright? Try not to keep me up all night, though. I think it's called a sleepover for a reason." He nodded towards the white and blue cat, letting out a short laugh at his own joke. "I'm just gonna be honest with you, I'm already pretty tired, but I'll try and do something so it's not too boring. Maybe we could build a pillow fort or something? Wait, do you not have enough pillows for it? Agh, fine. I can do it myself you know, I was pretty good at it back then." Niko was a bit frustrated with trying to make this sleepover a little less boring for Silver. He knew that Silver was probably restless and excited by now, judging by the way Silver happily took his offer of snacks, pretty much consuming it like a vacuum. But, at least Silver seemed happy with it? Well, at least Niko could return to being his usual sociable self, finding a place to lay down.

"You must be pretty comfortable there, huh? You think the sugar crash'll help ya sleep? I know that it helped me when I was a kid." Niko remarked. "That was probably one of the best ways I could ever fall asleep other than lazing in bed with a good movie playing in the background. Like Reservoir Dogs or Point Break. Something cool like that. It's always gotta be a movie that you've already seen, though, cause you can never fall asleep during a movie you've never watched before." As he reminisced about his old sleeping habits, he felt more comfortable. "Hey- wait, I think that's a little much sugar for the night, yeah? I don't want ya getting sick or anything-" Niko sprung up from the spot he was laying down on, just to warn Silver. "Oh, why do I bother.."

It was just about prime time for Niko to be sleeping anyways. Big day at work tomorrow, he supposed. He slowly laid back down, sighing softly to himself, when he realizes: Silver forgot to give him a blanket. Shit. It was pretty cold, too. Niko was a bit afraid of disturbing the cat for one, a bit of a weird, yet simple conversation. He just couldn't bring himself to ask. Maybe he could use something else? He glanced around the room, finding an empty mattress next to him, which was suuuurely not there for his use in the first place. He inches towards it, before grabbing it and slowly sliding it on top of his body. It'll do.. Yeah. It'll do.

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He sets a small plate of cookies down on the coffee table, avoiding immediate eye contact with his guest. To be frank, he didn't know Niko all that well- actually, he didn't know him at all. What was supposed to be a weekend to himself free of his job and the responsibilities from it had turned into, well, a time where he was harboring shelter for a complete stranger. Usually Dallas would never consider doing something so charitable; as serial killers and murderers were definitely a thing, but for some reason he felt bad that Niko hadn't seemed to have anywhere to go while the weather got bad. In Houston, near the coast of Texas, there were hurricanes and as every native to the area knew- with hurricanes came heavy storms. It'd been raining for only a couple hours and everything was already flooded, badly. Outside of his apartment, he had seen that water was collecting so high that it looked like it'd invade the cars and seep through their doors soon enough. On the news, apparently downtown was going under.

Hopefully they wouldn't get any tornadoes. 

"Uhm.." He slowly sets himself onto the ground, on the opposite side of the coffee table. His legs fold, burying his socks beneath them  as he tries to find a comfortable way to sit. Cross legged, he places his hands in his lap and looks to where Niko sits, somewhere on the couch. "You said your nickname was Wolf..? Is it like Wolfe? My ex boyfriend.. His name was Wolfe. A lot of people thought it was pronounced like 'Wolf-eh' or Wolfy, but.. he was German.. so it was just Wolf." Maybe talking about an ex wasn't the way to make Niko comfortable. He seemed fairly carefree, however. Maybe he wouldn't mind? Ugh. No. It was stupid to overshare in the way Dallas had. His eyes close and he exhales a sigh. Why was he so lame?

 "Niko.. is a cool name though. Where's it.. from? Or- er.. Sorry. Where are you from?"

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As Dallas likely anticipated collapsing onto his bed after a long day, he instead found Uno sprawled on the mattress, staring back at him while dangling precariously off the edge. "Hey," the kitsune greeted him, likely met with a disgusted look from Dallas. In response, Uno shot him a disbelieving expression. "Oh, don't be like that. I'm sure you missed me," he insisted, despite the fact that everyone knew that was far from the truth. 

With a swift movement, the kitsune flipped onto his stomach and pointed a red-painted finger at Dallas. "I'm crashing here for a bit," he declared with a grin, kicking his legs behind him like a giddy schoolgirl. "No reason, just need somewhere to hide out."

"Why don't I keep alcohol away from you?  For old times sake?" 

Mai had stumbled upon Uno napping in his bed once before, but that was nothing compared to their current situation. The large kitsune had been formally invited to spend the night, and while Mai's tiny, frosty dwelling would have been uncomfortable for most, Uno didn't seem to mind the chill. A small fire flickered in the corner, casting an orange glow on the navy blue walls. Uno sat across from Mai in the bed, which, though barely large enough to accommodate both of them, was a better fit for Mai than the kitsune's willow tree.

Mai suggests they retire for the night, making space for Uno beside him. Uno would barely fit, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing. Uno would be warmer with Mai close to him anyhow. 'Or, if you'd prefer,' he adds, 'we could stay up and share stories. Nighttime always seems to be the best time for tales, don't you think?'

Irving liked the quiet. The dead of winter was perfect for that, though he hailed from the southern end of his province, where winter rarely ever came to the coastal cliffs he formerly reigned over -- here was just better for him. The snow melted against his furs, the freezing winds burnt his face raw and red, and when he didn't care for it at all...

The magistrate tiptoed around Mai, cautious as he wasn't sure how close the other man's antlers were to accidentally jabbing him, and also because it was only polite to keep that distance, the antlers themselves might as well being a tangible representation of a personal bubble. That said, Mai himself did not appear friendly, though only upon first glance, thought Irving. He was dreadfully silent, for one thing. Enjoying his own solitude, Irving thought it would be more discourteous to interrupt the spirit's. Still, if they were to spend the night, a bit of poking here and there might not hurt.

"I hope that you don't mind if I light the hearth." Irving spoke gently, keeping his gaze fixed on the other man. He wasn't so familiar with sign language, but surely he could decipher bits and pieces of it to make this arrangement work. "You need not worry about myself, nonetheless." he then added, feeling it necessary to mention to the more timid, "I can keep warm, I can keep my space clean, and if need be... I can help you with anything you might have in mind." He stepped away. "But, might I finish a bit of work first? Before you... and before I sleep."

     A terrible storm raged outside, spring and winter fighting over their claim of the land. It provided a nice sound in Irving's home, though, as a gentle contrast to the cackling flames and the rhythmic thumps of the guards on their security routes. There was a noise now and then, one certainly common among having so many people in security. Someone was bound to go the wrong way at the wrong time, or maybe a change of orders, or maybe just a simple hello. Whatever the case, it always returned to its silent, rhythmic thumps.

     Yet there was one set of footsteps that were heavier than mo--

     THUD!!!

     "Hello, hello. :)"
     Smiley put down the foot he'd used to kick the door open. It wasn't one of his, and it dropped to the floor in a growing puddle of blood that trailed outwards. He closed the door before it could be followed. "You have such a big, big, big job! You do, you do! :) So much work, so much stress! You must be so, so, so tired. :) Aren't you tired? I'd be tired. :) So I came to cheer you up! :)" he clapped his hands, specks of blood flying and some staining his paper bag.
     "I thought a sleepover would be just the thing! I did, I did. :) Sleepovers are fun! They are, they are. :) You can do all kinds of fun things, like games, pranks, books, all kinds! :) Your guards were all so, so, so excited when I told them about it. Maybe they'll join us later! :)" He took several heavy steps closer to Irving. "Oh dear, oh dear. :) You've worked so hard that you can't smile at all, can you? You poor, poor, poor, poor, poor thing. :) We'd better get started, and fast! :)"

Charity wandered into the room quietly, yet briskly. A supposed slumber party they've waited on and arranged for weeks had finally come true! As the door to the house opened and they walked up the stairs to the bedroom, they stumble upon a peculiar man with a paper bag upon his head, his hands covered in blood. He towered over Charity, who was clearly at least a foot shorter. He bowed down to meet their coal eyes at a reasonable level and slyly introduced himself as "Smiley".

"Hiya sir! Nice to meet you! I'm Charity the snowman!", they greeted, albeit a tad nervous.
"What's this? You're quite a happy one, aren't you? You sure know how to smile, don't you friend? :)", inquired Smiley. He patted Charity on the head, leaving a red stain on their leaf hair, "Good for you, old sport :)"
Charity beamed, eyes closed yet their mouth unmoving, "Hehe, I sure do!"

Charity fumbles through a light blue tote bag, tossing out snacks and blankets.
"Hey! I got some tunes that I brought to the party so we can liven things up! I got vinyl, CDs, a flash drive in case you wanna play some on the computer... All kinds of stuff! So whatcha wanna do first?"
But as they were digging up through their tote bag full of jams, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. It was getting late out and the room was getting progressively darker. All they heard was a few footsteps pacing beside them. They called out towards Smiley, cautiously looking for a flashlight in their bag while their stick whiskers shivered. Then all of a sudden, a felt a THUNK and a sharp pain in one of their ears. A knife had been lodged in it slightly.

"Hey! That's a bit rude! My ears are not for snacking! What a goober, hehe :3"

bump!

Salvador wasn’t entirely sure why Ren brought him here. Maybe to keep him out of Fabricio reach? Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever the reason was, Salvador couldn’t help but grimace at the location. He silently put his feet down, as he moved through the pillows and blankets. Holding his breath as he did so. Every sound he made in this, room, was loud and out of place. Treacherous.
He sat down across of Alistair and awkwardly raised his hand.
“Welvaren,” he greeted. “I sleep here tonight,” he stated as a fact. Salvador placed his arms behind him and leaned backward. His gaze studied the other. There was something so strangely familiar to him. Even though they had never met before, Salvador had the feeling he’d seen those eyes before.

Salvador stared for a few seconds too long, before adjusting his gaze. He eyed the bars of their room in silence. His hands clamped. 3 minutes and 34 seconds here, and the thief already felt caged. Salvador suppressed a shiver.
“I’ve been to prison once,” he told Alistair unprompted. “2 days and 20 hours and 17 minutes,” he recalled. His nose wrinkled slightly. “They took my finger,” he said. Lifting his hand to the other. The top half of his Heartfinger was indeed missing. “Bath me in talc. To prevent lice.”
Salvador angled his head slightly as he briefly looked Alistair in his eyes again. “Do you always sleep here? In this…” cage. “Room?” Salvador couldn’t help but slightly leaning forward.
There was something about this Alistair fellow, something that ignited the spark of Void that lingered in his own chest. A strange pair they formed. Both so fragile and yet so… So very different.
“Hey,” Salvador said. Breaking the silence between them. “Don’t worry. I don’t have to bath in talc anymore. I don’t have lice.” 

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I am LIVING for this but I also can only think about this picture of johnny cash, 
Imagine Sal as that picture of johnny cash, with boba in his hand. We need to make this happen (also nosepass is one of my favorite pokémon, It's good to see its line being represented here on the games of the forum) 

       "I meant what I said, you know!" Aurosa said. Salvador's dormitory was... a little tiny, at least for what she was used to, but at least there were two beds! She hadn't much to say on the Chapel itself -- a little confusing, she didn't follow all the hullabaloo about it, more being grateful to be away from the rain outside, pouring over the streets of Drakenburg. So was her creature. The massive rock schnozz sat on the bed behind Aurosa. It absolutely should not be there. It was three-hundred-and-forty kilograms of stone, after all. This was not good for the cleanliness of his room. Probably. But it sat there anyways. And it was too fat.

       Imagine being claustrophobic.

       "You really could be a model! Like, I know you love the thieving life and all, but you should totally think of it. And look!" She slapped the side of her Probopass. It let out a low drone in complaint. "You could match with her, if you wanted." she offered, "She's got basically the same mustache as you... sort of. Could trim it to look like yours, but -- I'm just saying! If you ever want to overcome that shyness with cameras, like, she's here. She'll help you. She's awfully docile, I promise!"

       "..You know. You would look pretty good posed with some boba." she then added, and hummed in thought, "There's no shops like that in this city though, is there? Like, you could sit at an angle, cross-legged with it, leaned against her... you'd look especially handsome."

vv THIS IS SO SO CUTE and also reminded me i still have to work on a tab for her pokemon team :sob: THANK YOU . here is a followup for Abel

^^ DFJFOJBOJFHSD HER DESCRIPTION OF ABEL LMAO tysm for the followup!! These two so silly fr
Vapor revival time

"I must say, your... cat is just precious" Abel said, as he lay belly down on Aurosa's bed, carefully painting her nails. His legs dangled over the bed as his tail lazily swished behind him, gently brushing the floor. Aurosa's bed, much like the mattress on the floor beside it which he was to sleep on that night, was a tad too small to comfortably accommodate him. But it was still a cozy place, nonetheless, and Abel had no issue curling up to fit within the confines of his cushion.

He'd hesitated a moment before employing that term, "cat". He himself was not entirely certain on such label. It did look like a cat, he thought. Somewhat. If you excluded the giant fins on its head, and the lizard-like frill around its neck, and the shiny, bright pink, amphibian-like skin. Maybe it was more like a newt? Or a salamander? Either way, it wasn't by any means the strangest thing he'd seen that day. The woman kept some of the most outlandish creatures, including but not limited to a massive yellow tarantula, a walking flower, a flying saucer and a boulder. Abel wasn't even entirely sure the last two were alive, until he saw them move that is. It honestly kind of took him aback, perhaps even shocked him a bit, but he didn't let that show too much. "And you tell me these little beasts go wrangle each other out in a coliseum? Reminds me of a place I'd used to work at, they had this big cockfighting ring out back, place could get pretty packed some nights. Never saw them broadcast it live on TV though." He sighed, reminiscing, as he added the final touches to Aurosa's nails. I mean he'd absolutely hated the place, but even the most detestable of locations can bring nice memories, right? But the fact it had gotten raided and shut down a few years ago was still a good thing, he thought.

"And there we are... Look, we match!" Abel grinned, placing the nail polish on the bedside counter before gently flexing his palms to reveal his own brightly colored claws. "Oh I have this absolutely colossal bathtub back at my place. You should come visit someday, bring your critter along, you know? I think it'd really enjoy splashing around in there."

NP: Everything in Abel's room is huge and comes in varying shades of pastel pink. He has a 2.7*3m bed filled with assorted pillows and plushy blankets. He honestly doesn't mind sharing, like without the romantic connotations.  

vv OMJDF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH That is actually so cute;; lemme write you a lil smth back hol on vv