Naked waffles

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Andreas had no problem falling right to sleep and it wasn't long before he was snoring softly, cuddled against Asta's back. He liked sleeping next to people, it was comforting and Asta's room was way cleaner than his was.

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It was difficult to will away the sound of the snoring, and the feeling that something was definitely touching him. And that something was Andreas. Astridr felt the anger well up inside him, and it took all of dignity not to yell at the siren to get out of his bed. That could wake up the rest of the house. He did not want to think about what they would assume. The fairy clenched his fists together and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Andreas." He said in a low voice. Doubting it would wake him up.

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It did not. Andreas slept the sound sleep of those unaware of the mortal danger they were in.

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Andreas did not even care to stir underneath the covers. Much to his bandmate's dismay. Astridr found himself resorting to leaving his own bed. Being careful not to disturb the siren(not out of kindness, he did not want to wake as he was leaving and then inquire where he was going), he slid out from embrace of the warm blanket and sat for a moment on the edge of the matress, peering over his shoulder at Andreas.

Really. Why did he think it was a good idea to invade his bed, of all the beds? Did he think they were friends? Astridr gave him no reason to think that. Astridr gave no reason to anyone to think that. He didn't need friends. Still, even with is apparent lack of tolerance for the singer, which he did not hide in the least, he still wanted to be around him.

It must be the drugs.

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Andreas shifted in sleep, scooting closer to the warm spot Asta left, face furrowing slightly at the lack of the warm body next to him. Despite Asta's best attempts, he hadn't quite figured out that they weren't friends and Andreas wanted to be better friends with Asta.

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Astridr raised a blue eyebrow, the movement of a single one was something he had practised in a near religious routine in front of a mirror, and it was for moments like this. Andreas inched himself closer to him, still sleeping and not showing signs of waking, like a heat-seeking missile. It was a wonder. And pathetic.

He gave a long sigh, his gaze flicking towards a sweat stained pillow that had fallen on the floor. Now, Astridr had before played with the idea of sneaking up to the siren's room and suffocating him with a object whose smell was more of a death than the lack of air. It didn't mean he would ever do it. Instead he slid off of the edge of the bed and made himself as comfortable as he could on the floor, the pillow resting under his head.

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The siren made a disappointed sound and buried himself into the warm spot Asta had left. He showed no signs of waking up again, any time soon. He was still sleeping off his party and Asta's bed was warm and comfortable.

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Asta fell asleep for a small while, though he dreamt of laying on a raft being swallowed up amidst of smoke and dark flakes of ash. He was surrounded by flowing, red hot lava. His belongings were strewn about and being burned to pieces. And there was Andreas floating by on his bed, untouched and unaware.

He woke up with a start, the sound of his alarm clock was the first thing he heard. He rolled over, his back sore and aching. He laid there, his arm over his eyes, and groaned.

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Andreas stirred, blinking at the alarm clock and he reached over, fumbling as he tried to figure out how to shut it off. He finally managed and he looked around, tousled and confused, "Asta? How come yer on the floor?"

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Astridr heard the siren rummaging above him, his hands knocking the various things he had on the table beside the bed. His own frown tightened into a hard thin line.

"Because you're in my bed." He said, his voice muffled as he moved his arm down his face to give Andreas a dark look from the floor.

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"Well, yeah, but it's a big bed. Thanks fer lettin' me have it though." Andreas yawned, wiping the drool away from his mouth and sat up. He felt way better and he flapped his wings. Asta's bed had a lovely dusting of small white feathers on it.