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[stuck_mynock]

Atton doesn't sleep in the bar, often. Sometimes he rests his eyes, and looks all quiet and curled up, but he rarely actually sleeps

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[puckishly]

Heeeeeey, Puck dimly remembers Atton! He's a blast.

He certainly deserves to be showered with love and affection.

... Or, more accurately, to shower some other mystery soul with love and affection. Whatever, man. It's all the same. We're all part of the same love, you know? Like, universal love.

End-of-the-universal love.

The kind of love that involves Puck sprinkling love-in-idleness on Atton's eyes and promptly disappearing to the rafters.

Dude.

[necessary_child]

Sam has coffee. He's also, bizarrely, still half-asleep, and in PJs (well, black t-shirt and boxers), since the bar opened on his bedroom, this time.

...Okay, so caffeine probably shouldn't work on him, but half the effect's in the mind anyway, right?

Still, it's a few moments before he notices the sleeping Atton. It was the muttering that did it.

"...What is it with people I'm friends with and nightmares, anyway?"

Poking Atton, hopefully either awake or out of the nightmare.

It is possible he's going to regret this.

[stuck_mynock]

Possible? Probable.

Atton awakes immediately, jolting up and flailing slightly and looking at Sam. Blinking. His lips open, slightly, in something approaching awe.

Because it's Sam. Wreathed in an aura of pure, glowing light and - Wait, wait a second. He's just backlit by the fire in the fireplace. But still! It counts.

"... Hi." Going a little pink, because did Sam hear him muttering? He must think Atton's a freak. And he's so, so scruffy and what if Sam wants him to be neat? There's a lot of straightening of clothes. "I ... Hi."

[necessary_child]

...Certain, really.

Sam blinks, because wtf, Atton? That expression on his face, he's taking the mick, right?

"...Hey, Atton." Slightly suspiciously, as he dumps himself down beside him.

Right?