timey-wimey

[celery_love]

Five had been up late reading, diving into countless volumes of Earth's history, because it was always so very fascinating to him. He was detailing his knowledge, and when he had realized he'd been up for far, far too long, he's managed to get to his bedroom

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[allthroughtime]

Eight certainly won't mind any such thing because really, he'll take Five in just about any form.

Except out and out angry, of course. That can result in issues and he's not too fond of those.

But this is not angry!Five, not at all, and soon enough (with the aid of a cup of tea, which Eight is bringing along with him) it will hopefully be Cuddly!Five, one of his favourite flavours.

He's moving quietly but not as if he's trying to creep up on the other, just trying to take care not to distrub him too much. Slipping into bed next to the other, he'll give him a light nuzzle before holding the tea out, a hopeful smile on his face.

[celery_love]

Five shows no reaction at first, wanting to block out the fact that he's being prompted to wake up. At the nuzzle, though, he sighs lightly (and what is this? Contentedly?) and turns to give the other a nuzzle in return.

He doesn't particularly want to open his eyes or move, but the smell of tea coaxes him into consciousness. A sleepy smile is given, "Oh, you are good." He mutters to Eight before accepting the tea, sitting up only a little to sip at it.

He's determined that, after the tea, he'll be going right back to sleep!

[allthroughtime]

Moving to snuggle up against the younger, he can't help but be pleased with his results thus far.

"Of course I am," he replies, grinning slightly. "I'm always good when I want something." Not that what he wants is very much this time, merely the love and affection of a certain veggie-wearing Doctor.

[celery_love]

There's a chuckle from the Fifth, "This is very true." He takes a big gulp of his tea before sitting it on his bedside table. He loves tea, he does, but sitting up? Not so much.

So he shifts to lay back into the covers, looking at the Doctor that's snuggled up to him. "I knew it had to somethin' when you gave me tea," words are spoken in a sleepy mumble, even as he nuzzles against the other.

"What is it? You can't fly my TARDIS and there will be no sleepovers or decorative events." He states, pressing his face against the crook of the other's neck. Normally? He'd be apposed to this, but Eight is very, very warm and soft.