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[welljustwatchme]

Who: welljustwatchme and gezellighe
What: cuddles and stubbornness.
When: backdated to July 28
Where: 1447 Mitchell Road, living room
Warning: likely N/A

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[gezellighe]

He was such a heavy sleeper; Holland wasn't going to notice somebody sharing the bed, not right away. The only sign that he even minutely notices something has changed is a soft sigh and slight shifting, moving a little more onto his back. It really was the bear; he didn't have anything against Canada, not until she started trying to tell him where to sleep and how.

He'd sleep in the front yard if he wanted to; by him, that's what mattered, his decision and not anybody else's.

[welljustwatchme]

Not sure of just how sound asleep he was, but willing to wait and have a proper conversation in the morning, Canada shifted a little closer to him. Not quite a moment later and she was completely snuggling, an arm around him and her chin on his chest, frowning a little as she watched him sleep.

[gezellighe]

Her chin against his chest as it rose and fell, deeply breathing, wasn't enough to wake him -- normally. But this was Mayfield, and he hadn't been sleeping well at all in the town, not since The Captain crawled into his bed drunk, not since that girl down the road (she was a drone now, wasn't she. . .) drew on his face as he slept, especially not since Batgirl (Misfit was still Batgirl to him, and might be forever) threw cold water on him while he was blissfully asleep.

He opened one eye, if you could call it opening, the lid barely lifting a crack.

[welljustwatchme]

Oh, good, he was awake.

"I think you're an ass," she told him, in as polite, as quiet of a tone you could say that sort of thing in. It might have been impressively so for anyone but Canada. "And if you're going to be stubborn, so will I."

She paused, then went on: "I want a hug."