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.
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."
Atton beams. And then remembers that that's not really his name, but still beams. "Hi," Again. Before he blushes, trying to figure out what to say. If he gets a word wrong, Sam might think he's an idiot or something, and that ... that wouldn't be good. "You're ... you're looking really good, today. I mean, not that you don't always, but still."
That sounded stupid. So very, very stupid. Atton just wants the floor to swallow him, now.
"Take this ring, as a symbol of my love, and how I will cherish and love you, for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death do us part." Sam whispered. "Raaaargh." Guppy beamed from nearby. "Raaaargh?" "Yes," Atton nodded, "I do."
"No, I was having a very good dream," With a slightly glazed expression and a wide smile. "I was dreaming about you."
"Sam, hear me out, please?" He sounds desperate. There's even a tinge of hysteria in his tone. He doesn't want Sam to turn him away, because that would be terrible. There's nobody else for him. "I fell in love with you. On our first meeting."
You know, the one where they almost instantly despised each other and Sam made him sneeze repeatedly? That's the one.
"I know I'm not good enough for you, but we're ... we're destined to be together. I mean, can't y'see that? We've both survived a lot, and we're both sarcastic, and we're both sleepy right now! That's gotta count for something, right? And we're scruffy."
...Oh, fuck, he's not joking. Sam is entirely too sleepy to deal with this right now.
Eventually, "Fucking Milliways. What was it this time, apples again? Chocolate? Or is it... please don't tell me it's in the coffee or the alcohol, that's just unfair."
And is making Sam eye his mug with decided mistrust.
Atton's been living vicariously through that mug. He's quite unhappy about the mistrust it's recieving.
"I haven't had anything to mess with my brain, Sam. I've always felt like this. Ever since we were kids," Pause. "You feel the same, right? I mean, we're soulmates."
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.
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...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.
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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."
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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?
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Atton beams. And then remembers that that's not really his name, but still beams.
"Hi," Again. Before he blushes, trying to figure out what to say. If he gets a word wrong, Sam might think he's an idiot or something, and that ... that wouldn't be good. "You're ... you're looking really good, today. I mean, not that you don't always, but still."
That sounded stupid. So very, very stupid. Atton just wants the floor to swallow him, now.
"How're you?" Subject change!
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Eyebrow, over the mug of Sam's coffee cup, as he takes a loooong drink. He is so not awake enough to deal with this.
"Sleepy, mostly."
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Anyway. "I ... Yeah. I'll stop. Taking the mick, that is," He looks and sounds bewildered. He's not taking the mick. "If you want me to."
"I've been sleepy, too." With a slight, manic cheerfulness. Because hey - It's another thing in common!
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"...So I notice. Nightmare?"
What is it with this place sometimes? If it's not one thing it's another.
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"Take this ring, as a symbol of my love, and how I will cherish and love you, for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death do us part." Sam whispered.
"Raaaargh." Guppy beamed from nearby. "Raaaargh?"
"Yes," Atton nodded, "I do."
"No, I was having a very good dream," With a slightly glazed expression and a wide smile. "I was dreaming about you."
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"...Atton, I said knock it off. 'm too sleepy to hit you."
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Beat.
"Look, Sam," Slightly less spaced sounding, now. Almost normal. "I think ... I think I have something to tell you."
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....Ewwww, seriously.
"Atton, seriously, stop it. You just entered a whole new level of wrong, even by your standards."
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You know, the one where they almost instantly despised each other and Sam made him sneeze repeatedly? That's the one.
"I know I'm not good enough for you, but we're ... we're destined to be together. I mean, can't y'see that? We've both survived a lot, and we're both sarcastic, and we're both sleepy right now! That's gotta count for something, right? And we're scruffy."
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...Oh, fuck, he's not joking. Sam is entirely too sleepy to deal with this right now.
Eventually, "Fucking Milliways. What was it this time, apples again? Chocolate? Or is it... please don't tell me it's in the coffee or the alcohol, that's just unfair."
And is making Sam eye his mug with decided mistrust.
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"I haven't had anything to mess with my brain, Sam. I've always felt like this. Ever since we were kids," Pause. "You feel the same, right? I mean, we're soulmates."
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