Kalim smiles at him as if he isn't being chided; as if he's never been happier than he is right now. His eyes are bright in the dark, although he closes them for a moment to nudge his nose against Jamil's.
"I am going to sleep," he promises. "I just -- I missed you. I want to make the most of it."
Jamil's mouth twists like he's unimpressed, but he can't quite mean it like he usually does. His eyes skate away from Kalim's, aiming to look disinterested but instead landing on bashful.
"If I kiss you good night, will you stop pestering me?" he mutters, trying his best to sound put-upon.
Jamil swallows, unsure why his heart is suddenly pounding about something so simple--something they've already done before plenty of times. Something about where they are makes it feel so much more intimate and vulnerable. He doesn't stop to dwell on that, instead pressing his lips softly to Kalim's before he can change his mind. Even after he pulls back there's barely a gap between them.
Kalim opens his mouth to reply, but his Natural Soul stops him. Instead he nods, and for a moment he stays like that, gazing warmly at Jamil, drinking in the sight of him in this quiet, private moment. Then he burrows his face into Jamil's chest and settles down with a big, happy sigh, apparently intent on going to sleep like that.
Jamil... almost finds that odd, the way that Kalim simply obeys him without being stubborn about it first. But it's easy enough to settle in like this, and Jamil's certainly not going to complain about having peace and quiet for once, and he ends up drifting off to sleep unusually quickly.
If Kalim happens to wake before Jamil does, he should be delighted to find Jamil is still a stage 5 clinger ❤️
He does, and he's thrilled. He's determined at first to make the absolute most of this rare treasure, and so he spends some time just watching Jamil sleep, utterly entranced even though Jamil is, like, actively drooling onto his pyjamas. Perhaps even because Jamil is actively drooling onto his pyjamas. Jamil would never let himself drool if he was awake. Kalim can't look away.
Unfortunately, though, no matter how much he wants to stay in this perfect moment getting drooled on for ever, he's only able to hold off his body's morning demands on him for so long. And while ideally Kalim would be able to just slip out of bed and leave Jamil to sleep while he scurries off to the washroom, unfortunately Jamil has him in a grip like a boa constrictor.
He wiggles slightly, to no avail.
"Jamil," he says in a stage whisper. He jostles him. "Jamil, wake up."
Jamil responds exactly the way cats do sometimes when they're nudged awake, which is pull whatever he's clinging to even tighter to himself, almost like a stretch. Needless to say, he isn't fully awake yet and Kalim is now worse off than before.
"Jamiiiil," Kalim whines miserably, shoving at him. This is heartbreaking. Normally he would be loving this. "Jamil, you gotta wake up, I need to go to the bathroom..."
Jamil lets out a particularly inarticulate groan and buries his face in Kalim's hair, clearly very reluctant to wake up right now. Getting Kalim's hair up his nose seems to do the trick for him to realize it isn't a pillow he's holding, though, and he freezes as his eyes finally snap open.
"Agh!" he yelps, scrambling to shove Kalim away from him in panic. Unfortunately, the force of his also pushes him to the edge of the bed, which he promptly rolls off.
Kalim scrambles to reach for him, but it's too late. He's on the floor.
"Are you okay??" he asks, leaning over the side of the bed in concern -- only to sit up a second later and start scooting for the end of the bed. "Uhm, I really gotta go. Sorry!"
It's a blessing in disguise that Kalim's call to nature is so urgent, because it gives Jamil time to collect himself. He did bonk his head on the floor when he fell off the bed (not badly), which just adds an extra layer of bad mood to his Tremendous Embarrassment, but it only makes for a few seconds of delay before Jamil is on his feet and straightening up--both himself and the bed--ready to pretend that absolutely nothing happened the second that Kalim exits the bathroom.
"Jamil, hey!" Kalim at least shuts the door behind him before he hurries back over into Jamil's personal space. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?"
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"I am going to sleep," he promises. "I just -- I missed you. I want to make the most of it."
You know. By smelling him.
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"If I kiss you good night, will you stop pestering me?" he mutters, trying his best to sound put-upon.
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"Yeah," he says breathlessly.
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"Now shut up," he says softly, cheeks burning.
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If Kalim happens to wake before Jamil does, he should be delighted to find Jamil is still a stage 5 clinger ❤️
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Unfortunately, though, no matter how much he wants to stay in this perfect moment getting drooled on for ever, he's only able to hold off his body's morning demands on him for so long. And while ideally Kalim would be able to just slip out of bed and leave Jamil to sleep while he scurries off to the washroom, unfortunately Jamil has him in a grip like a boa constrictor.
He wiggles slightly, to no avail.
"Jamil," he says in a stage whisper. He jostles him. "Jamil, wake up."
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"Agh!" he yelps, scrambling to shove Kalim away from him in panic. Unfortunately, the force of his also pushes him to the edge of the bed, which he promptly rolls off.
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Kalim scrambles to reach for him, but it's too late. He's on the floor.
"Are you okay??" he asks, leaning over the side of the bed in concern -- only to sit up a second later and start scooting for the end of the bed. "Uhm, I really gotta go. Sorry!"
He bolts for the bathroom.
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And he'd better not push his luck on this one.
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