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119. Somebody's been sleeping in my bed!
Someone's sleeping in your bed, or you're sleeping in someone's bed. What happens.


Oh fine.

And they're still there!

  • Post with your character.

  • ...while we're at it, mention details like if they're sleeping or the discoverer of the sleeping person or you don't care, and if they're sleeping what they're wearing. (Mainly 'cause I've seen various versions of this meme go around and having one person assume footed fuzzy PJs and the other nothing could get...awkward.)

  • Reply to others! If they're sleeping, see previous.

  • And have fun.

[Yes, he does have sharp teeth for one so young. But while he looks up at the human, who is much bigger than him, and sees she isn't doing anything to harm him... well, he's enjoying those pets. But he does whimper a bit. Perhaps nervous?]

[the whimper has her giving up pretending not to notice him and she turns her face to look down at him. Still stroking, her long fingers slip up to the top of his tiny head before slipping back down, and she scratches, just the littlest bit. She uses the voice that always seems to work on Marlene when nightmares wake up the little girl, keeping it low and soft, a murmuring hush. Hoping it works on puppies the same way it works on little girls.]

It's all right, sweet heart. It's all right. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe here. It's nice. See? Nice and warm and safe and now you are too. Silly little thing. Did you get lost?

[Her efforts to calm him down have paid off, as her petting and scratching combined with his previous sleepiness has kept him from squirming and possibly biting her. His tiny ears flick at the scratching, and soon his whimpering dies down as he nuzzles up against her. She was warm~]

[cue internal victor theme. The nuzzle makes her smile and she'll slowly shift down to tuck her head on her folded arm so she can watch him while she keeps scratching gently with the other. He's so tiny and adorable. She'll trace a finger from the tip of his muzzle up his head to back behind his ears before going back to scratching.]

Such a sweet thing. You just need a mama to cuddle up against, don't you? Well, maybe after it gets done raining we'll go look, okay?

[Yes, his mama did used to cuddle him like this. He did miss his mama... A small whine escapes him as he nuzzles up against her again. He didn't know where mama was...]

Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you until we find your mama. You don't have to be alone now.

[to Tifa at least 'alone' is the slow driving nail in a coffin. But neither of them are right now and she'll keep petting while she carefully checks tiny ribs and stomach to see if he's well fed or not.]</small>

[No, they aren't alone, and the company is welcomed. He's a little on the skinny side, but it's nothing too serious right now. He might be hungry in the morning, though.]

[oh. She's already got plots and plans for the morning and food factors into several of them. Right now though, he seems content and they're both dry and warm together and the morning is hours away still.

She's never had a puppy before. She'd had a cat but...

Well, white at least seemed to be a theme. Still, she should be thinking about finding his mom, not how she could keep him, and so she curled up to wrap as much around the little bundle as she could, fingers rubbing soothingly. Now that they'd found each other, she thought it was safe to go back to sleep for the time being. Morning would come soon enough and they'd both face it together to see what came next.]

Don't wander off while I'm sleeping, okay? Stay with me in the morning and I'll make sure you get plenty of good food to eat and pats. I'll worry about you if you're not here when I wake up. Just - don't go without me. Deal?

[It's hard to tell if the pup can understand her or not, but at the mention of food his little tail does wag a bit, and he lets out a soft whine. He nestles into the little bundle that Tifa had made around him, comfy as a puppy could be. He had no plans of moving from this spot for a long time.]

[to Tifa it's all the reassurance she needs. She'll tuck her face in against that soft, good puppy smelling fur and close her eyes, fingers still stroking as she slowly falls asleep. They don't have to be alone. Not anymore.]

[It's not long before a combination of the warmth, the stroking, and Tifa's closeness lulls the puppy into a deep sleep once more. Maybe tomorrow he can look for mama, but for now he feels safe.]