sansy-fresh:

Twist opened his sockets, taking in the dark shadows that still covered the room and the faint moonlight that shone through the cracks of the window curtain. He wondered, at first, what could have woken him up, only for a small, almost whistle of a snore to draw his attention downwards.

His face lit up in a bright smile, though he quickly toned it down just in case it was too bright for his guest.

Cash was cuddled into his chest, all but laying on top of him. He’d been there for a while if the fully relaxed sleeping meant much, his sockets closed. Twist wondered if he always slept without his eye patch. Deciding he’d ask tomorrow, Twist settled back in, sockets shutting with a finality. He also decided to file away the way Cash’s arms slowly grew tighter around him for later observation.