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His vision slowly becoming clearer, Sonny awoke to a comfortable pressure on his lap and a dimly lit room. A dark screen was in front of him, credits rolling and ambient music playing. Looking down, he saw Alban partially covered in a striped blanket, curled up in his lap as well as he could, and hands balled up against his face.
"Oh my God," Sonny put his hands to his face and blushed, muffling a sigh of adoration.
Alban squirmed a bit like he was having a bad dream, he grabbed at Sonny's shirt and snuggled into the policemen's torso for what seemed like comfort. A barely audible murmur of his name seemed to confirm this until he started to giggle.
"Nyo~ not there, Onii!" he half groaned and half spoke. Alban promptly rolled away, barely staying in their tan, suede loveseat.
"I can see the cat tail already, for christ's sake Alban," Sonny thought to himself and resisted petting his lover like the animal he presented himself as.
For as cute as the cat boy was acting, it came to an abrupt stop when he rolled a bit too far and fell to the wood floor.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, propping himself up with one hand only to see Sonny holding his face and obviously flushed, thus making Alban the same way. "What, did I say something weird?"
"... No, it was pretty normal for you," he responded, trying to look at him but failing. Alban knows he's cute, but he doesn't know to what degree.
"What did I do?" he was met with quiet snickering. "What is it, Sonny?" more snickering that slowly graduated to moderate laughter. "Onii~ tell me!" Alban shifted so he was on his knees in front of him.
Finally, Sonny spoke through laughter, "Your character motif is showing."
"Oh…" it clicked. He started to pout a bit, then got back on the couch. Alban wrapped himself in the blankie and rested his head on Sonny's shoulder to sulk a little. "I'm hungry, can you make me something?"
"Are you trying to be a cat or are you actually hungry?" Sonny asked, already getting up to make something.
"I think it's a bit of both. I don't try to do this for the most part, it's how I've come to act," he said, letting himself flop onto the couch.
"I don't mind it, you know. I think it's cute." Sonny replied, looking back at Alban, already resuming a feline pose. "What do you want?"
"Soup please."
"Do you want me to cool it down for you too, Neko-chan?" Sonny teased the thief with a grin. It's kind of funny how he actually prefers his food cooler than most, almost like his not-so-new nickname. Alban only frowned.
One bowl of soup later Alban was back to snuggling, Sonny wasn't complaining.
"You said this is cute?" He asked, looking up at his lover with curiosity.
"If I didn't find it cute, would I be cuddling with you right now?" The highlighter gave in to his previous urges and messed up Alban's mousey brown hair.
"Guess not," he answered, nuzzling into Sonny's chest, "I wanna sleep."
"Didn't you just wake up," the policemen asked, already prepared for another nap. He adjusted his position so he was a little closer to the couch arm and Alban shuffled along with him.
"I'm a little cat today, right? I have a right to steal your lap some more. And I'm all warm from the soup and I'm all sleepy now." he pulled the blanket up over his shoulders to emphasize this.
"Geez, I guess it's okay. Come here, baby."
Alban snuggled even closer than before, Sonny kissed the top of his little brunette head, and they then drifted off to a secondary nap, a cat nap if you will.