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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:43 pm
“I’ll show you some songs later tonight then so you can see if you like any.” Terry said with a nod and a smile. After they eat and maybe while they were relaxing, not when they took a nap though, hard to find out if you like something if you fall asleep during it.
At the other’s words, he gave a chuckle and reached up to touch the stone hanging from his neck. “Well you did a perfect job with that.” He promised. No one else would ever have anything like their necklaces after all. He watched as the other cuddled a pillow and was quite suddenly finding himself wanting to curl up next to him and sleep as well. Part of that was fulfilled when Seung moved to wrap around him and from the pull on his eyelids the other part wasn’t far off. “Okay, nap then food.” He said as they laid down, wrapping his arms around Seung in return and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He would make sure that the other had extra food later to make up for it but the call of sleep was a bit too much for now. “Hope so too. We could try it later.” Way later. Maybe before they went to bed since then they could just power down again and go to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:44 pm
“Later...tomorrow maybe.” He said about the music. May not tonight, tonight was a good time to sleep - lots of sleep because he really was tired. And as tired as he was he really didn’t feel the pain was falling over with the other, honestly the wonders of being tired and worn out. He didn’t like being so tired - he’d handle it tomorrow and solve the problem for a short while so he could get things done. Right now though...right now he hurt a little bit, far less than he should, and he was curling up with Terry to sleep.
“Not perfect but good.” He corrected around a yawn. Nothing was really ever perfect - it wasn’t able to ever be achieved. It was one of those things that people had an idea of but it’s definition changed. The job, wife, family and home could be a definition of it for a person and at various points toward that goal of perfection new things would come up thus the definition would change and as you grew older it would continue to happen - and you’d never attain it. Not to mention people were flawed, naturally so, so how could an imperfect thing gain or create perfection. He didn’t say any of this though - too tired to do so but it was what he did believe.
“Sleep.” Napping wasn’t likely to happen but sleep most certainly was, likely till morning. “Try tomorrow night.” He said deciding that sleeping till morning sounded like a good idea, they could power up and try out the idea tomorrow night. That in mind he let his eyes fall closed as sleep claimed him.
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