Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

Lamb had read online that Briarheart had a bunch of plants up for sale. The catch was that he had to have a sleep over with them?? He knocked on their door, a few supplies with him. Sure, he was nervous, but maybe he'd make a new friend. As soon as he got settled down on the floor, it was awkwardly quiet. They did end up talking quite a bit though!

When Lamb had woken up, he was still in Silas's arms. He smiled, just content and happy to be there. He sat there for a while, trying not to wake him up, and eventually fell back asleep

"aaaaaand finished!" Silas stepped back to admire his handiwork. The living room of his small apartment had been completely transformed into the perfect sleepover fort. Every mattress, pillow, and blanket he owned, as well as a few borrowed from his neighbor, lined the floor next to his couch. Sheets formed a tent overhead, and strings of lights lined the top. Silas had even put the flower Lamb had brought last time on a box in a corner. He checked his watch, Lamb should be arriving any minute now. Last time they had hung out, Lamb had mentioned that he had never had a proper sleepover as a kid. Silas wasn't gonna let that slide, so, he had spent the whole weekend preparing. The tent had been the final thing he had on his list. The room smelled of the pizza he had just slid in the oven, and ice-cream sat waiting in the freezer. 

There was a tap at the door. Silas jumped up, checked his hair in the mirror, and swung open the door, grinning ear to ear. He swept Lamb up into a hug and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Lamb's jaw dropped when he looked past Silas into the living room. "Pretty cool, right?"

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The night had been going great. First pizza, a game of spin the bottle between just the two of them (Lamb's idea), then a movie in the tent with ice cream, cuddled up with the piles of pillows and blankets. The credits had just begun to roll when Silas heard a small snore. He looked down, and Lamb was sound asleep, curled up in his arms. Damn he was cute. He slowly reached over and unplugged the lights, then snuggled back against Lamb. "Best sleepover ever", he whispered to himself as he drifted off to sleep. 

I'll try and respond!

Dennis wasn't the kind to have visitors. In fact, they stressed them out. So when it was asked if Silas and himself could have a sleepover, he wasn't as thrilled as he should've been. But alas, his friends encouraged him to do so; he had a selective variety of friends and with his anxiety, it prevented him from making more. Kindly encouraged to expand his horizons, he decided it would've been better to host it at his house. Although his comfort place, he never exactly had it 'raided' by another person unless they were invited. A new experience with an invitation...well, he couldn't stop now.

He went ahead and picked them up to decrease their commute time. The entire drive was silent. He couldn't take the thought of a sleepover happening today off his mind. Do they think he's strange? Weird? No one would want to hang out with an anxious dude, except for the few that he could happily call friends. What if it didn't turn out right? Was he dumb for this? Oh, boy, he hoped his insomnia didn't kick in tonight. What would he do while they slept and he couldn't?

Arriving home calmed his nerves and he opened his door, showing off the small living space he lived in. Rubbing the back of his neck, he nervous chuckled. "Er, I don't...exactly have much," He stuttered out, looking around his small studio apartment. It was small, but certainly not bland. His desktop was flaring in the corner of his room as well as his cat sitting atop of the desk. Plants were placed on the countertop and windowsill, and pop art was spread across the wall. He instinctively sauntered towards his coffee table and gathered up papers he had left there: projects, planners and important documents about his projects. Organizing them neatly, he huffed and turned slightly, pushing up his glasses. As much as he disliked it, he tried his best with being the first to speak up. "...We can play games. I have, uh, a Switch. I could probably beat you in Mario Kart."

With an awkward chuckle, he cleared his throat and moved towards the kitchen. Bringing out a pair of glasses, he may as well offer them his favorite beverage. Soda. Coca Cola, Pepsi, Mountain Dew, any kind was his favorite and he happily had a few more bottles than he should. Inhaling softly as he poured the glasses over ice, he could barely maintain eye contact as he offered another idea. "Here, let's...order pizza first... Hope you don't hate me, but I love pineapples." Hopefully they didn't. Perhaps eventually, they could talk about anything on their minds over video games and pizza, a chill hangout that he was used to. No need to be afraid...

     "Sleepovers, sleepovers, sleepovers. :) How I love sleepovers! :)" Smiley hummed while swinging his hammer around haphazardly. He claimed his being here was a harmless sleepover, but he and Dennis weren't friends, let alone ones to spend nights together and hang out. In fact, Smiley had kicked the door down to let himself in! He'd stormed in, drenched in blood, and then began his joyful dance, which, to be honest, seemed to be that. He didn't seem to be aiming his sledgehammer at Dennis, but was rather swinging it like a child would with a toy.
     After a moment, however, he stopped, swaying around and dizzy from his twirl. He shook his head then looked in Dennis's direction. "You, you, you. :)" he hissed, turning to fully face him now. With slow stomps, he began to break the distance. "You work at the gas station, don't you? :) You do, you do. I've seen you, I've seen you. :) I like 7/11 much better, but yours is still nice. :)" He crouched down to get a better look at Dennis and tilted his head slightly. "I heard you the other day, you know. I did, I did. :) You said you liked board games, riiight? :) That's great! I like them too! :) In fact! :)"
     A bloody box of Monopoly was set down in front of the nervous man. "Isn't it nice? I think it is. :) I got it from a few friends just down the block! :)" He pointed over his shoulder as if Dennis would know. "Such nice people. Such lovely people. :) Their kid went to college, so they didn't need it anymore. :) Oh, but they were so sad that she was gone. :) But! But, but, but! :) I cheered them up! :) We painted a lovely painting together. :): Suddenly, Smiley gasped and leaned in closer. "Maybe we can paint later too? :)"

     Smiley tilted his head as he grabbed the cookie dough with his free hand. "Baking? Baking! :) I love to bake and cook. :) I'll make a tasty, tasty dinner and dessert for you, don't worry. I'll see if there are any cookbooks here, too. :) You'll be so happy with your meal. :)" He seemed so giddy and at home with Joker despite this being the first time either of them met.
     "Cookies and movies! :) What a fun time! Fun, fun, fun! :) Do you know any good movies? I have a few ideas if you don't. :)" he sang while sorting through the groceries for what he could use. When asked his name, however, he paused and looked over his shoulder. "Smiley! I'm Smiley! :) Because of my smile, see? :)" He pointed to the drawn face. "I drew it myself! :)"

I'm gonna spoiler it for sensitive/gory content, just in case. Also how adorable is his "I drew it myself! :)" please? ;v;

the demon yawned as he stretched, slightly kneading at the bark of the branch. beady little black eyes slowly flittered around the night sky, pausing on a figure sitting on a nearby rooftop. trotting to the end of the branch he cocked his head and chirped.

oh? a warm lap to sit on? but, it is soo far away....

pacing back and forth his eyes lingered on the figure before flicking to the roof's edge. his paw slowly swatted at the air between himself and the rooftop. so far... it seemed like such a bother too. he remained on the branch chattering to himself for what seemed like hours... really it was only a few minutes. seeing no easy way over he sighed, flying it was then. large raven wings sprouted from his back as he dashed off the end of the branch and carried him with ease to the edge of the roof top.

what a pain his wings dissipated quickly

 a deep rumble eminated from his chest as he trotted closer to the figure. upon reaching Joker he began rubbing himself against the man(?) while purring louder. eventually he plopped himself into Joker's lap and began to doze off. he awoke to find himself on a couch next to the sleeping man(?) as music played from a flashing tv in front of them

(heh, demon cat hangs out with edgy dude)

On a peaceful evening under a tall tree, Caelestis' quiet doze was interrupted by the sensation of a slight soft weight over his lap. Curious, his eyes opened to the sight of a cat. Not quite a typical one either, as his gaze first met that of the bright red, extra eye on the cat's forehead. He blinked twice in surprise before smiling softly. "Well, hello there," he greeted with a chuckle, reaching to stroke gently along Solamen's gray fur. It was easier to stay awake with the newfound company, and the celestial found himself peering about absentmindedly. Where could the cat have come from? It was a fairly remote location, with little in sight but trees and foliage, and not quite where he would have expected a drowsy, demonic feline to pop up. Either way, his little sleeping companion was clearly not the aggressive sort, so it didn't truly matter all that much. Though, perhaps he could look around a bit later to see if there was anything else of interest in the area. It would be a shame to miss out on whatever may be about here, if it were to be so.

Calmed by the sound of the soft purring, Caelestis' eyelids lowered until eventually drifting shut. The slow, soft pets slowed to a stop not long after, and it was evident that he had fallen asleep once more. In the world surrounding, bird chirps were replaced with chattery crickets, and the sky darkened until little could be seen but the countless glittering stars above. Only at the first colorful hues of dawn did Caelestis' eyes open again, similarly meeting the cat's third eye as it had before. Most would consider it a bit more than a nap at that point, admittedly. Oh well. 

"You must be quite tired as well," he remarked, feeling amused, but pleased at the lingering company. "I'd expected only a brief doze, but... I wouldn't mind extending it even longer if you'd like. It's a fine day from the looks of it, but I do have a feeling you might rather not begin it just yet." It was understandable, in a way. Even if he disliked the thought of missing out on whatever countless wonders and curiosities may be found in the world, there was also a great satisfaction to be found in simply lying back and sleeping for a very, very long time. Life was beautiful, but tiring, after all. Without giving it too much thought, Caelestis continued with the pets from before, appreciating the softness of Solomen's fur and the subtle vibrations of his purrs. Somehow, the celestial had a feeling it would be difficult to remove himself from this comfortable seat in the grass for quite a while, and he couldn't say he quite minded, either.

my reply is a biiiiit long, so I'm spoilering for the sake of keeping my post easy to scroll past! dw about content, though; it's fairly wholesome tbh- :"D

@ NP: just as a brief characterization note, Lorelei would probably end up staying at your character's residence as she travels around a lot, but she's more than willing to accommodate your character if needed. u_u

maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time... perhaps.

He worries his hands together, stepping aside and revealing a doorway to a large room behind him. On the inside, there are neon lights decorating the entire perimeter, ranging from the floor to the ceiling. There are several illuminated signs, all of which one might find in an average nightclub or bar. There's a king sized mattress in the middle of the room elegantly seated on a waist-high platform, its pillows luxurious and colorful to match the duvet and sheets. To the right, there's a glass pane that leads to a patio, which had furniture and a beautiful view of the entire kingdom and its vibrant potency. The flickering lights from buildings afar are almost like stars and galaxies.

"I know it might not be what you're used to," He starts, hesitant. "But I..I thought maybe it'd be good for a sleepover?" Turning on his foot, he leads the way into the room and loosens his shoulders, internally sighing to himself. Even as a prince and stand-in king, he wasn't entirely sure how to communicate with others and find comfort in an average night. Everything to him was about fitting in, blending himself into what he believed others wanted. Figuring this woman out? He wasn't sure what she sought or what she preferred to do. She was from another land, one that probably was...better than this one.

Seating himself on the edge of the bed, he pins his hands beneath his backside and looks to her. "Could you tell me about where you're from? I can have someone bring drinks if you'd like, but I am interested to hear more about the location."

     It was all so surreal.
     Calm, bemused, Allegro slowly glanced around at his surroundings, assaulted by the neons of blues and oranges. His ears, so accustomed to hearing heartbeats, now only heard the heavy mantra of the electronic music's bass-- even if he hadn't heard it, he most definitely felt it. The speakers that he could see towered almost enough to touch the seemingly endless ceiling, and shook with every beat, in turn shaking the room.
     The people all were in a frenzy of emotions. Dances that blurred into frantic movements, carefree attitudes that lead to scandalous meetings, and yet a smile on every face. They were all happy, they all showed their true selves.
     And yet, Allegro couldn't help but think of the similarities to his own home. This, like his home, was a land ruled by the arts. Even their leader gave him the impression that he was looking in a mirror, especially with those distant eyes of his.
     When their eyes met, the prince gave him a soft smile. "I must stand out," he said loud enough over the speakers. "Even with my current clothes, I feel..." His gaze drifted to the neon paints and glow sticks attached to some ravers. "... Overdressed. I admit I'm not very familiar with events such as these, too." His body tingled as if to agree. The very way he got here felt so surreal. He'd investigated why a room of people had been acting aloof and in his search found a half-empty bottle of pills. Well, it wasn't like he was against experimenting.
     For a body like his, though, it was already starting to wear on him, and he noticed the colors and music beginning to blur. "If you don't mind," he muttered to Lancelot. "Would you happen to have a place for me to spend the night? Perhaps after some rest we can talk more about our jobs?"

Quill has visited Allegros castle a few times now, each time an unwelcomed feeling of nostalgia would rise in him. Not to mention the staffs judgemental gaze on him never failed to make him feel out of place, despite growing up in a place like this, but this time he'd get to see Allegros room. Get to stay there for the night. Despite it being something that the outlaw secretly really wanted, he couldn't help being nervous about it. His heart beating against his chest the whole time the prince was guiding him through the castle.
His nerves calmed, though, the moment he let himself flop onto the large bed. "Ahh this feels so good!" he exclaimed while he nestled more into the bedsheets. "I haven't layed on such a nice bed in seven years." After indulging in the feeling of comfort for just another moment, he slowly sat up and looked at Allegro with a small smile. "It's been that long since my exile... I haven't told you that yet, right? Well..."
His gaze drifted off to the side again, eyeing the fancy decor. "There's still a lot you don't know about me... Like my other eye, but... You probably wouldn't want to see that anyways..." Quill pulled his legs towards his body and hugged them. "It's still there. I healed it, but the dark magic made it... um... come out ugly." Come on, Quill. That's your boyfriend. You can say that you messed up the spell.
"Anyways..." he sighed and took off his cloak, streching out his legs a bit again while doing so. "Can I take a bath? I'm sure you wouldn't want to sleep next to me while I still smell like.. the streets..."

(missed these two uwu)

^ I'm all here for them going on a knife/life changing road trip you don't even know 😭

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“Just a few basic rules,” Roswell said. As he turned to the ex-prince.
“One,” he went as far as pointing up one finger, “oi want yer to take off yer boots. Yisser mud will mess up me imported rug,” he said. He gestured at the tapestry. A beautiful wool-woven carpet. It clearly belongs in a museum or a villa. Not in the small 3 room (living room/kitchen, bedchamber, washing-room) apartment the two of them were standing in. Definitely stolen.
 “Two - “. Second finger. “Yer can hang yer cloak ‘ere, again de damp will mess up me rug,” pause. “Oi just really loike dat rug alroi,” he added. Under his breath.
“Don’t try to steal anythin’, das rule three,” he said. “Oi know everything, oi have 12 spoons.”
 Roswell then shook his head. “But besides dat, welcome to me humble home.” Humble was one way to describe it. Decaying suited better. Roswell set down his duffle bag on his kitchen table and directly tried to get the furnace, which doubled as a heater, going with coal and wood. Even a few newspapers.

“So Quill,” he said. His back still turned to the other thief. “De knoivehs yer used earlier,” he said. Gestured with his hand. “Fendin’ off dose goons ‘nd all,” he said. Dismissively.
“Were not really kniovehs roi?” Roswell snorted. Then turned around, with almost a glint in his eye.
The witchthief made his way over to Quill. He plucked a pocketwatch from his jacket.
“Its loike dis, roi?” he asked. Waving the silver piece before Quill’s eye(s). Then opened its lit. The hands moved in strange directions. As being moved by their own or - “Void magic,” Roswell said.
“Dis ding points towards de most valuable thin’ in de room,” Roswell said. As the hands slowly drifted towards the rug. “Yer change de properties of an object, loike yer did with dose knoivehs,” he blabbed on. There was an energy in his voice.
“Yer can sleep here,” he said. Half gesturing at the leather sofa in the far corner of the room. “Warm place, good food. Oi have runnin’ water, wich is a luxury in dis city, ‘nd a washingroom with sink ‘n bath,” he explained. “For free,” he added. In passing. Roswell’s lips pursed themselves in a sharp smile.
“If only yer show me how yer made those knoivehs.” 

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He had originally been there for Salvador. The plan was to hang out with him, kick back, maybe get him to pop a few modern day candies, be amused and then do whatever the hell else they wanted. Or rather, that was the plan until around midnight when Sal proceeded to fall asleep. 

At first he hung around him, talked to his resting form. He made promises of bringing him to a bed of dead roses where they could summon the wildest demon together. He also mentioned that he'd bring over better Disney movies and the infamous air heads. And when he got tired of speaking to a sleeping Sal, he slipped out of the room and sought someone else's company out. His first stop was the roommate he barely knew. The girl who had quite the mouth and muscle to back it. But being the mysterious, aloof  person he was, Cyrus wandered from her as well. Which soon enough.. Landed him somewhere in Roswell's district. Wherever it was, he sauntered into the room, boots giving a small squeak of leather. 

His eye searched the area, but ultimately landed on the older man, harboring a look about as dead as he always held. His nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath of the air. "You smell like you drink a lot, dude. Or like you're around someone who drinks a lot. You also smell like copper." One foot after the other, he ventured further into the area, pawning his attention onto whatever trinkets or objects there were to be seen. "Your son fell asleep while I was talking to him about the philosophy of why the egg came first and not the chicken. It's cause the egg had to have the chicken in the first place. Some God put it there. And it's why rocks exist. They're failed chicken eggs." Eventually he seated himself somewhere, lazily leaning to the side. 

"Since he's out, I guess I'm staying with you until he wakes up."

People were. weird. Why would they want some green zombie dude? Well. Maybe he just answered his own question, considering it was not quite as common as he made it sound. But oh well. Until everything was sorted out and Cyrus could go out without ending up in some strange laboratory he would be stuck with Adair, oh fun! So now they had what would probably have been considered a sleepover under more fun circumstances. Or maybe it still was a sleepover. What exactly defined a sleepover anyway?

"Do you want anything to eat? Or to drink... I'm pretty sure we have most things..." Adair finally asked, after staring at Cyrus for way too long. Not even because he was shocked or scared or whatever, just because he had not the slightest clue what he was supposed to do with this guy and how they would pass the time. He did not spend a lot of time with people his age and it showed. Well. Depending on this guy's situation he was probably older than he looked but Adair chose to just ignore that. 

"Also. How about..." he began before pondering his next question a bit longer. "How good are you at Mario Kart?" That always worked, didn't it? Of course there were people (basically everyone) taking it way too seriously but it was usually something anyone could and at least somewhat liked to play, right? Well, he was about to find out! Over the course of the evening Adair would probably warm up a little and not be as... weird, he just needed his time to allow himself to have some fun. But Mario Kart was. Or Tekken. Anything. He had a somewhat big collection of games and consoles to choose from, so hopefully they would find something.

(v I am laughing so hard I love this. xD)

sjfhnakjf im sorry hakim is still an asshole

Hakim was going to break the controller in his button-smashing rage. So determined was he to win, that he might as well keep poor Adair awake all night, struggling to best him. Was it the stupidest thing in the world? Yes. But to a man who didn't even know what a video game was, it was everything to him. Especially since he was stuck with Adair at request of his uncle.

"You're shit." Hakim snapped, as the character was beaten down for... again, definitely not the final time. Then, with a pause, he shifted his gaze over to glare at Adair. "You're cheating." Again, never mind that Hakim had no clue how the game functioned. All he knew was that his eyes were beginning to ache from sitting on his ass, his hands uncomfortable from what he thought was an uneasy but too-tight grip on the controller. He was completely and utterly miserable. "I know you're cheating. We've been at this for hours. I know how to fucking play by now."

Pretty normal for a thirty-year-old man playing a competitive game. Time has changed nothing.

"Maybe you should make yourself useful, instead of playing a children's game." he said to Adair, sending a cold glance over at the younger man, "Like making food for me, like a good and gracious host." This was rich coming from him. Granted, Hakim couldn't cook for shit, and maybe it was for the best that Adair was the one to handle the microwave. "I already have the brandy for us to drink. Can you even drink brandy? You look like you're fifteen. You look like a child."

Hopefully Hakim's uncle will pay Adair for putting up with this... overgrown brat?