There's Trees in the Desert Since You Moved ((64))

[victoriousscarf]

"B-but, I, it..." he didn't have an actual reason or thing to say, so he stammered around and blushed. "It's a bed."

[Meadowlark]

"It...it is. Do you have another suggestion?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto swallowed and shook his head, glancing down at his clothes. He'd forgotten to stash cloths there and was starting to regret this. "I-I suppose not."

[Meadowlark]

"You're not sleeping on the floor. And chairs are murder on the back as well." Cori remarked, leaning down to take his shoes off.

[victoriousscarf]

"I suppose so," Misto murmured, moving over to the other side of the bed and pulling shoes, tie, and overshirt off quickly, before looking at the bed again.

[Meadowlark]

"It won't bite." Coricopat commented as he lay back, closing his eyes.

[victoriousscarf]

Eyes darting over to him, Misto almost asked if he was sure, but slid under the covers anyway. He curled up on his side, tail wrapped around his waist and thought he might be able to go to sleep at some point.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat settled down under the blankets, attempting to sleep, laying on his back because any position on his side would hurt too much.

[victoriousscarf]

"Are..." Misto started. "How are you doing?"

[Meadowlark]

"I...fine." He paused for a long moment, "You?"

[victoriousscarf]

Biting the inside of his lip, the smaller cat curled further in on himself, pulling his tail up to have something to hold, fiddling with it. "... Fine."

[Meadowlark]

Cori turned to look at him, "Mistoffelees?"

[victoriousscarf]

The smaller cat rolled his shoulders slightly. "Yeah?"

[Meadowlark]

"Are..." he stopped, deciding that was an idiotic question, "Is there anything I can do?"

[victoriousscarf]

He figured the request of 'hold me' wouldn't go down terribly well, and was conflicted enough as it was whether he wanted that then or not. "I don't know. I don't think so."