At approximately 12:43 AM, Otto went to bed.

Chance stayed up, of course, because he was always awake. Insomnia didn't have a good sense of timing, so while Otto crawled underneath his (many) blankets and (many) pillows, Chance stayed in the living room, drawing for a while just to relax. He sketched out a brief outline of the sleeping Otto, then moved on to a doodle of the room, of a few things in the room, and then made up his own constellations and supernovas.

At 12:59 AM, most of the (many) blankets and all of the (many) pillows were huddled over on Otto's side of the bed.

Technically, all of the bed was Otto's side of the bed, but since they were getting married and now lived together, it was half Chance's as well. Still, he'd long since grown used to Otto's habit of taking up space - especially when it came to sleeping.

If Otto wasn't marrying him, he probably would have married his bed and all of its accouterments.

By 1:36 AM, Chance had finished the first sketch.

By 2:13 AM, he'd finished most of the rest and was starting to get sort of sleepy, but not really the sort of sleepy that would lead to an easy lapse into actual slumber. He put his sketchbook away and made his way over to the bed with a book to read.

The left side of the bed was almost entirely empty. Chance sat down on top of it, dryly reached over, and tugged a pillow out from underneath Otto's haul, stuck it behind his head, and propped himself up to read, ankles crossed, a sliver of blanket over his side.

By 2:16 AM, both the pillow and the blanket had somehow absconded to Otto's side.

Chance took them back, with a huff of amusement.

By 2:24 AM, they had somehow disappeared once more, except that Otto seemed to still be dead asleep, and wrapped entirely up in the blankets and pillows he had accumulated, which made him look like some sort of fluffy caterpillar. It had to be some sort of magic, because Chance hadn't even seen him move. All of a sudden, the pillow had gone.

He tugged one out for himself again, rolled over onto his side, and held onto it tightly.

By 2:46 AM, it was back on Otto's side.

Chance stared.

This was some sort of trickery, clearly, because he'd had the pillow, and yet now there it was, tucked in Otto's arms as though it had been there the entire night. Chance gave it a suspicious look, then silently pointed at it with an accusing sort of stare, because Otto slept like the dead and was still, upon further inspection, fast asleep.

For the third time, he took the pillow back, this time tucking it into his own arms determinedly and lying with his back to Otto.

His eyes dropped, just a little, because he was growing tired - for once.

They closed.

They opened again, a second later, snapping wide awake, Chance jerking up.

The pillow was gone. Again.

It was 2:49 AM. He stared, once more, accusingly at the pillow, and at Otto's still sleeping form, because there should have been an explanation for this, except there wasn't, other than the idea that Otto seemed to have some magical affinity for accruing pillows and blankets.

It was chilly in the room. He couldn't sleep without any covers, though, Chance pushing himself up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He considered his options for a moment, wondering, then came to a quick and extremely smart solution.

Chance slid out of bed and padded over to the closet on silent feet. Rummaging around on the floor of it, he finally came up with what he'd been looking for - a rolled up sleeping bag with an attached pillow. They'd used them in the desert, during their first away time, but not since, and they had been sitting gathering dust for a while now.

It was perfect. Chance set it on the edge of the bed and slowly, carefully, unrolled it, making sure to be as quiet as possible, in spite of Otto's nocturnal habits. Once it was all undone, he made sure everything was locked up, the lights were off, and his phone was plugged in before Chance quietly slipped into the sleeping bag. He zipped himself entirely up, let out a sigh, and closed his eyes, feeling warm and cocooned.

At 6:03 AM, he realized he was cold.

Chance's eyes slowly opened, expression bleary. He blinked sleep from his gaze and pushed himself up a little, hair mussed, curls tousled, a hand rising to rub at his face, pushing fingers into his hair to get it away from his face as he yawned.

He slowly came to his senses and realized that the sleeping bag was gone.

Chance whipped around.

Otto was still asleep, in the same position, underneath the same arrangement of blankets and pillows as he had been before - except now he was wrapped in the sleeping bag, zipped all the way up so that only his face and his blond hair was visible.

Chance stared.

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