NO. SLEEP. (Closed)

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WHO: Archie + D33
WHERE: Archie's house
WHEN: late September/early October
WHAT: Insomnia pt. 2 + TV shopping
WARNINGS: None so far, but who knows tbh (will add as becomes necessary)

[Where one month ago D33 would have been lucky to get eight hours of sleep a week, let alone in one night, these past couple of weeks he's actually been feeling quite well-rested. He's also usually in Nonah sharing a bed with Kaneki Ken. For whatever reason (I'm lazy and haven't come up with one), that hasn't been the case these last few days, and insomnia has begun to plague D33 again. As of right now, he's reached the stage where his paranoia and irritation has evened out into a mild, dream-like state where he might do something like put toothpaste on his finger instead of his toothbrush or pour water onto his shoes just to see what it would feel like, but he isn't quite stacking furniture in front of his door or talking to shadow people yet.

[He's also feeling a bit more social than normal, apparently, and he knows that Archie will be awake. So, he's standing outside on the man's stoop, knocking lightly on his door with a half-eaten box of Twinkies tucked under his arm.]

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[h2no]

[was archie jealous of d33? you bet your ass. he's happy the miserable little shit has managed to find someone he can stay with and feel safe enough to actually sleep with, but in a fucked up way, it was nice knowing he wasn't the only one who's problems kept him awake. there was always odin, sure, but he had his dogs now and despite being told he can... archie truly doesn't always want to run crying to someone almost a decade younger than him.

when he opens the door, he's glaring. partially because he thinks it's some idiot playing a prank, partially because he knows it has to be d33. it couldn't be anyone else. honestly, archie missed their stupid sleepless sessions.]

Oh. [said flatly, the glare meant for someone else still on his face. his brain needs to catch up before he changes expression.] Kaneki kick you out, or somethin'?

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No.

[The answer comes out quick - it might sound a little defensive if it weren't for the fact that D33 is having a hard time raising the emotional level of his voice to anything higher than "zombie" at the moment.]

I've just been at home. [Even he can't remember why right now.] Would you like me to leave?

[He has twink-ieees~.]

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[archie grunts, steps aside and holds the door open.]

No. I found a channel I think you'd like, anyway.

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[D33 looks a little skeptical at that, but again with the emotional level thing. He moves past Archie into the living room, but he's still too awkward to make himself comfortable and take a seat.]

A television show, you mean? Or is it a film you're thinking of?

[D33 likes movies. He can do movies.]

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[archie walks past him, putting a hand on his chest and shoving him backwards into the sofa. he flops down next to him, then points at the screen.

it's showcasing a snuggie.]

Shut up. This. Watch.

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[Normally, that action probably would have ended in somebody's (Archie's) wrist being broken, but given his exhaustion, D33 doesn't actually seem to react much, merely falling into the couch with a small "oomph" and a slightly irritated look.

[And then he's looking at the screen, tilting his head to the side while his brow furrows in confused fascination.]

What is--

[No. Wait. The lady on the TV is answering his question before he can ask it.]

A...snuggle? What?

Why are we watching this?

[h2no]

[maybe if archie wasn't also in zombie mode, he'd have thought about it. normally, he wouldn't dare touch d33, or really anyone he knows wouldn't like it.]

Becuase it's good! Look! Isn't that amazing? It has arm holes!

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It's a robe. [Said rather flatly, but his eyes are still on the screen.]

A blanket...perhaps? [That one's muttered mostly to himself. Then he turns to Archie.] With arm holes.

[And now he's just sort of staring at Archie.] How does one go about obtaining this...Snuggie, in that case...?

[Not that he's like. Interested or anything.]

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[he snorts.]

Fuck me, do you have to say it like that all the time? Shit. Okay. You call the number.

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Say what like that? [He's confused. And also now looking a bit like a deer in the headlights, pointing dumbly to the TV screen.] You want me to call?

No. Why? I'm not going to do that.

[h2no]

[putting on a stupid british accent which is probably not d33's at all even though that's how i imagine it:] How does one put a snuggie in one's ass?

That's the way you get it, bitch. Go!

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I do not speak that way. [Yes, he totally does just not with a British accent.] You call if you're so interested, I...I never said that I wanted one.

I was simply curious.

[h2no]

[he's literally already on the phone.]

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[Well, good, because D33 is definitely not going to be talking on the phone with anyone, especially not somebody on live TV. He sits stubbornly on his end of the couch with his arms crossed and a glare on his face, set in Archie's direction.]

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I'm on hold.

They say we might be live.

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Live? What do you mean live--

[D33 cuts himself off when he hears his own muffled voice coming through the TV. He claps a hand over his mouth, turning to stare at Archie with a mixture of surprise and unbridled hatred in his eyes. He nudges him roughly with his foot, still glaring.]

[h2no]

BWAHAHAHAHA!!

[archie's obnoxious laughter is live too.]

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We'd like two snuggies, please! I'm Kaneki and my boyfriend is Dee!

[pushing it PUSHING IT]

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[PUSHING IT. VERY MUCH PUSHING IT!

[D33! Kicks him! So! Much! But he's still! Too afraid! To talk!!!]

[h2no]

Ow! Ow! Fuck-- stop it! Ow!

[the person on tv looks concerned.]

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Get it over with.

[He hisses this through his teeth, taking care to keep his voice quiet enough that it's not heard on TV - he hopes.]

[h2no]

[nope! archie suddenly throws himself across the couch at d33, holding the phone out to get his reaction.

boy he sure is lucky that d33 isn't in neck breaky mode.]

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[In what can only be described as one swift and entirely ridiculous motion, D33 throws the box of Twinkies at Archie's face, does a very dramatic backwards somersault off of the couch, lands on the ground in a perfect crouch, and then whips out the knife that he'd had tucked under his waistband.

[Staring at the knife, then Archie, then the knife again, Archie.]

Don't do that, you...idiot!

[He could have and probably would have hurt you had he been running on more than a half an hour of sleep.]

[h2no]

[they've definitely been hung up on by now. archie hasn't noticed, he's just laughing as he gets splattered with twinkies.]

Ahahahah! You!

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Me what?

[He's still holding the knife up.]