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[ Caster tries to pretend he's asleep, but that might end with him getting kicked out of bed, so he eventually rolls over on a side, to leave some space free for the owner of bed. Technically Servants don't need sleep, but either it's this god business/incarnation, or just fault in that laziness in his nature that makes him enjoy it anyway. ]

Done... g'night

Thanks. Night.

[Archer makes sure Caster is properly covered, it's not cold but it gets chilly with autumn coming. He's comfortable as he is, it's not like he needs a lot of space anyway.]

There's green tea in the flask if you're thirsty.

[Just in case he won't wake up when Caster does, since Archer is a light sleeper.]

Mhhm... [ Archer gets a sleepy grunt as acknowledging of his words. Looks like Caster is as quick to fall asleep as he is to drink. He might also end taking up a lot more space in the end, word of a warning...

And it would be all beautiful place to end the tag and the thread, with at least one dumbass waking up late, or something- but hey, never that easy. Caster wakes up, and it's definitely more of an early morning than late night, he tries to reach the green tea flask, and traverses the bed along the way.

Sorry, were you sleeping here? ]

[It's definitely one way to wake up with the heavy weight across his chest and poking elbows. Archer may have enough muscles to cushion the worst, but it's definitely not pleasant. Neither is being used as a pillow to roll on.]

Hn. Are you trying to play a centipede?

[Look, elbow in the ribs is not making him friendly in the morning.]

No, I'm just after the green tea- [ Aaand... got it! That means a little less of crawling on top of you, Archer ]

Your fault for putting it on your side of the bed. [ Now he's going to drink all of it ]

[Archer doesn't mind as long as he's not used as elbow rest or sth. Even if Caster decides to sit on him.]

Feeling better?

[It's not like he's going to ask how much of this night Caster remembers. Nope. There may be a hint of anxiety, though. Just a teeny tiny bit.]

What, that's nothing. I've walked off worse... [ Caster doesn't take long to finish the entire drink. When he returns to lying position, he rolls on his stomach and- partially on Archer ]

Just let me nap a bit more and I'll be fully recovered.

...fine.

[It looks like Caster does remember something,question is how much. Archer decides it's still a bit too early to get up, so he allows Caster to drape all over him.

...it's not unpleasant.]

[ So, with their new upgrade, he should be allowed to lie like this, without question, right?

So that's what he does, but Archer is being weird about something again. ]

Don't just lie there like a log. [ Going from bold to suddenly very shy in span of few hours. ] You've still got arms, don't you?

[It's a relief and a very awkward moment once Archer realizes how much he's been waiting for this confirmation.]

Good to know it wasn't just alcohol talking. [he murmurs, embracing Caster.]

[ That's when the understanding hits him. Archer was afraid Caster said all those things while being drunk and was going to forget it the moment he wakes up- quite understandable worry, really.

He... doesn't know what to say, too early for a quip or jab, so he just finds a way to lie more comfortably ]

[It's an answer, in a way, that Caster just wriggles to make himself comfy. Archer has to smirk, because that's cute. There's an odd mix of amusement and some warmth that he feels and shares.

Oh well, he can rest a bit longer.]

[ Ah, this again. The warm, mushy feelings being shared. Ew. Ok, no not really ew, that's a joke- but Caster is sure he might never get fully used to the whole "feeling what his shinki does--- sometimes!!" ]

You really was worried I forgot. If I was more awake- [ and caught onto it earlier ] -I'd probably pretend exactly that.

[ Because it would be funny and because he is awful ]

You're supposed to be asleep. [Archer reminds, not hiding his amusement. Of course Caster has to ruin a perfectly nice moment ...but so does he. Such snark is as natural as breathing. There's nothing cute or romantic here.]

[ Keep telling yourself that Archer, especially just after you called him cute in previous brackets. ]

Right on that, mr. Pillow.

[ Is that an upgrade or downgrade? ]

[Apparently being cute or romantic ends as soon as one of them opens mouth, or starts thinking about the situation.]

Good, mr. Snore-like-a-bear.

[Depends on the mood, or how snarky they feel.]

[ Okay, now he's offended. He raises his head and gives a very cranky face. ]

I don't snore.

Just a bit. It's most likely the alcohol. [Archer taps his boyfriend's nose teasingly.] Do you prefer to be mr. Bear-hug?

[ I mean- it could be worse, at least it's not a dog-pun? ]

Shouldn't that be you? [ You're the one with arms around him, Archer ]

I don't mind being the hug-pillow, as long as you don't try to break my ribs. [Tap. Tap. Tap.] You fit here nicely.

[ Okay that nose tapping ought to stop. Caster ends making a face at him ]

Yeah, yeah- [ he tries to move away from that tapping, argh, so he puts his face down ] Goodnight.

[ It's technically good morning ]

[It's a perfect moment to tangle fingers into blue hair, so Archer does that. So warm and peaceful... hn, he could get used to falling asleep like this.]

Sleep well.

[Sure, it's early morning, but nevermind.]

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