Nice Weather For Ducks [CLOSED]

[notyourchauffer]

who ; Skyfire and Altman
what ; Laundrytime talks + some herpderp.
where ; El Casa De Dead Space
when ; Monday night.
warning(s) ; HERP DERP nope.

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[reunified]

Altman tries his best to keep himself as busy as possible, running himself down until he just doesn't have the energy to be anxious. There are only so many times he can do laps of a Zone before he has to stop, call it quits, and find something a little quieter to occupy his hands.

Which is why he's in the engineers home, letting himself in like he lives there or something (he's still unsure if he should be taking up Alejandro's offer, but he likes coming and going and generally making a nuisance of himself there). He's not expecting to find someone has beat him to the punch with the laundry, much less said someone clonked out in the laundry pile.

Oh dear.

Altman creeps over, hesitating over the sleeping man. On one hand he isn't sure if he should wake him, on the other... that's clean laundry he's passed out on, and that can't be comfortable in the long run. He leans over, carefully nudging Skyfire's arm.

"Skyfire?"

[notyourchauffer]

For a few moments it almost appear he truly is catatonic, but slowly the large man begins to stir. Stetching languidly, Skyfire yawns and opens one bleary eye, rubbing the other. He's not quite aware yet, and fire a glorious moment he appears unconcerned. A big, drowsy smile splits his face and he looks happy to see Altman.

"Hello, Michael," Skyfire mumbles, slowly blinking back into the world of the waking. Albeit reluctantly.

It's only now that he realizes he's in a nest of laundry. Looking a bit confused before it seem to come back to him why exactly he's here. Slowly he rises to his feet and engulfs poor Altman in a very snug embrace. He's been a lot more comfortable with approaching him with some measure of affection since he's taken to sleeping with him and Shockwave on a semi-regular basis.

"... I fell asleep."

No. Really? He's still not quite awake yet.

[reunified]

While Altman occasionally finds Skyfire intimidating due to size alone, it's hard to do anything at grin when confronted with the sight of an enormous, grown man rolling around in the laundry like a cat. He's a little more inclined to err on the side of being comfortable around Skyfire, even when faced with oddities like this, now that he's spent several nap sessions using him as a pillow.

...It's still a little strange being blanketed in a hug, though, from someone over a foot taller than him. Strange, but not bad.

"So I can see."

Altman laughs a little, torn between being amused and unsure, and lightly pats the larger man's back.

"Sorry I woke you, but you're going to get a sore back sleeping like that."

And the laundry's going to get wrinkled, but that's slightly less important.

[notyourchauffer]

A moment later Altman is freed from the hug and the shuttle slumps a bit as he looks over the pile of one-folded clothes that he completely ruined by his impromptu pass-out.

"That's okay. I shouldn't be napping during the day anyways," One more stretch and he pushes his glasses up non his nose, "Hmm. Yeah I guess I am a little sore. I didn't realize I'd even fallen asleep."

Oh well. As he becomes more alert the worry and exhaustion slowly returns to his face and he remembers why he'd come here in the first place.

"Damn it. I ruined all the laundry... now I'm gonna have to iron the shirts, too."

Skyfire-brand problems.