[meanwhile Sylvia had just finished her group chat with Awesome n Ryder n was feeling a little horny, especially wen she hadn't gotten her usual threesome with them in a long time, n chatting with them wasn't helping either]
Sylvia: [puts her phone] (thinks: Ugh... Damn "itch"... I wonder if that pipsqueak is still awake...) [gets off the bed n tiptoed towards his room]
(in his room...)
Peepers: |-) Zzz... (was sleeping soundly... then started to toss and turn, sweat masking his face) ><
Sylvia: [knocked on his door gently] Psst! Psst! Pipsqueak, u awake? [tries to hear thru the door but no reply]
Peepers: (struggles in his sleep, unknowningly grabbing a nearby lamp and throwing it, caught up in his nightmare)
Sylvia: (thinks: Wat am I, stupid? He's mute, he can't rep--) [gasped at the sound of the crash] Wat the...? I'm coming in, pipsqueak! [barges in] Pipsqueak??
Peepers: (still struggling in his sleep, hands around his own throat) ><;;
Sylvia: Woah woah woah [speed-walked towards Peepers n tries to shake him awake] Hey, hey, pipsqueak, wake up!
Peepers: (squirmed in her grip) ><;;
Sylvia: Shh, shh, shh, it's OK, it's me, Sylvia [gently patted his face to wake him up] C'mon, get up
Peepers: ><;;... (jolts awake and trembles, trying to remember where he was)
Sylvia: Hey, hey, it's OK, ur here on Janet. It's me, Sylvia. Remember?
Peepers: (sees her and throws his arms around her neck) ;(
Sylvia: [was surprised at the hug, just awkwardly patted his back] Umm... Yeah, it's OK... I'm right here, it's just a nightmare, it's over now...
Peepers: (still slightly trembling)
Sylvia: [finally wrapped an arm ard Peepers n held him till he calmed down] I'm right here... I'm not going anywhere...
Peepers: (started to calm down, still hugging her)
Sylvia: [felt him stopped trembling n rubbed his bk] U feel better now, pipsqueak?
Peepers: (wiped his eye) (nod)
Sylvia: [slowly lets him go] R u sure? U reli OK?
Peepers: (pauses but nods, then noticed the lamp he broke in his sleep) :o
Sylvia: [sees the lamp as well] Yeah, u kinda acted out in ur nightmare there, buddy
Peepers: (looked guilty about it)
Sylvia: Hey, it's OK, it's ur lamp, not mine [sat next to him] So, uh... U wanna talk abt it...?
Peepers: (hesitates before reaching for his tablet, writing) ...Okay.
Sylvia: So... Wat were u dreaming abt? Seems intense
Peepers: (writes) When my father...was dangerously drunk, my mother ushered me into the closet telling me to not make a sound while she tried to call the police...but father got to her...
Sylvia: Oh, so u were dreaming abt that time, huh?
Peepers: (nods sadly)
Sylvia: U said ur dad almost killed u by cutting ur throat, n u ran away. How did u managed to survive, n wat happened to ur dad then?
Peepers: (writes) I guess a neighbor heard the commotion and called for help. I remember waking up to a medic tending to me and seeing my dad pulled away by the cops. They placed me in an orphanage where I wasn't happy, so... (pauses for a moment) :(
Sylvia: [shrugged a bit] It's OK if u don't wanna talk abt it, I won't force u, but u knw I won't judge...much
Peepers: (hugs himself)
Sylvia: Hey... [wrapped an arm ard him] It's OK...
Peepers: (leans against her)
Sylvia: Must've been a pretty crappy orphanage system, huh?
Peepers: (nods)
Sylvia: Never got adopted? Not once?
Peepers: (writes) I had been put up for adoption a few times, but cause I wasn't over my mother's death or what my father did...
Sylvia: ...They assume ur a problem child n couldn't handle u, huh?
Peepers: (writes) Something along those lines...
Sylvia: I see... [A short pause later] U feel better now?
Peepers: (nods slowly)
Sylvia: Want me to, u knw, accompany u till u fall bk asleep?
Peepers: (writes) If you'd like to, I won't mind.
Sylvia: I'm good if ur OK with it [shrugged nonchalantly]
Peepers: (pauses, then writes) Please stay then.
Sylvia: (thinks: So much for "scratching my itch". Oh well...) [lay dwn on the bed, gesturing Peepers to follow suite]
Peepers: (flushes a little, lying next to her)
Sylvia: [wrapped her arm ard his waist] I'll be here till u fall asleep
Peepers: (nod) (simply lies next to her closely till slumber overcame him) |-)
Sylvia: [hears him snoring a little n tried to move away from him]
Peepers: (clinged to her in his sleep) ><...
Sylvia: o_o.... =_=;; [sighed n stayed with him, her eyes slowly drooping until she fell asleep herself] (tired) .... |-) Zzzzz...
Peepers: (smiles in his sleep, snuggling closer to Sylvia)
[they both slept in each other's arms until the next day]
Peepers: |-) (was still in deep sleep in Sylvia's arms)
Sylvia: (yawn) [blinked awake, her arm suddenly felt cramped frm holding onto Peepers all night] Ugh... ><""
Peepers: (stirred awake as well) (yawn)
Sylvia: Hey, pipsqueak, u awake?
Peepers: (nod)
Sylvia: Umm... Mind letting my arm go? I think u practically cut off my blood flow there... =_=
Peepers: o.o (lets go) ^^;;
Sylvia: [flexed n cracked the joint of her arm to get the feeling bk] Ugh... My arm...
Peepers: (writes) Sorry.
Sylvia: It's cool. U needed the company anyways. Feel any better?
Peepers: (like)
Sylvia: Cool, coz u were pretty out of it n upset last night
Peepers: ^^;; ... (looked away a little)
Sylvia: Hey, it's OK. No big deal. I've seen ppl throw worser fits than u did. Wander, for example |-(
Peepers: (writes) Like what?
Sylvia: Oh well, the time wen we were tasked by some weird ethereal aliens to deliver a box n not to peek, then I had to control Wander so he wouldn't peek, n then it turned to be some stupid idiotic higher plane existence moral thing n the box was empty all along, I tried to get them to put something in the box before Wander throws a fit for wasting his time, but too late. He almost literally blew up their planet with his angel nomad powers |-(
Peepers: :o
Sylvia: Yeah. Don't be fooled by Wander's happy-go-lucky personality. He can be pretty violent if he has to
Peepers: ^^;; (writes) So I've seen.
Sylvia: Even more so it seems, wen it comes to that bonehead >.>
Peepers: (writes) He's just being protective of him, that's all. Maybe even more now that he's a father.
Sylvia: I guess ur right on that. Pfft, nxt thing u knw he's gonna say he's marrying the bonehead [meant that as sarcasm]
Peepers: (blinked and wrote) Isn't he?
Sylvia: Well he might've mentioned it once or twice, but he's not serious... Is he?
Peepers: (writes) Seems serious from what I'm seeing.
Sylvia: Ugh, great... (facepalm)
Peepers: (writes) What? You prefer Wander to be alone and unhappy the rest of his life?
Sylvia: Of course not! I'd be happy for him to find the one he wants. It's just... [sighed] It's just prolly something I need to get used to. It used to hv been always just me n him n the computer. Call it...well sorta a brother complex kinda thing, since he's like a bro to me
Peepers: (writes) I see...
Sylvia: [sighed again] I'm starved. Gonna go wash up n get some grub. U OK being by urself?
Peepers: (writes) Yeah.
Sylvia: Cool [ruffled his head a bit before getting up n off the bed n leave the room]
Peepers: (watches her leave and smiles softly to himself)
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