*record scratch* yeah, that's me, in the background (Romance//Closed)

(Hi I'm sorry! I haven't been on at all. I'm with a family member who doesn't have any way for me to use the internet, but thankfully her fiance has a laptop lmaooo)

Met yawned slowly and stretched his legs out slowly. He was rather enjoying the warmth of her small self wrapped around him. He allowed his neck to relax back into her soft tum and a bit of her chest, his eyes falling shut. They had been heavy for as long as he could remember.

(I’d never forget! I love this RP!)

Met’s hands twitched lightly as he fell asleep, finding the fuzzy surface of the cat relaxing between them. His eyes shut completely at her strokes and singing, pulling him away into a light sleep. He knew he’d drop off sooner or later.

Met snuggled closer and let himself drop off completely into sleep, relaxing into her much more. He was rather heavy but not by a lot. It was a lot less than one would probably expect in a guy as tall as him.

(Skip?)

(Oh sure! I can when I get home or some time on my aunt’s phone.)

Met stirred slowly, groaning faintly as his body twinged. His legs were hanging off of the bed and his neck was craned against his very warm, stiff pillow. It was very dark in the room as he sat up a little, only to realize he was curled up with a cat and a cute girl around him. He relaxed slowly back down against her, checking his watch. It was 3:45 in the morning.

Met gazed up at her with a soft noise, yawning wide again. He felt wonderfully rested and happy with her arms around him. He moved closer to her with a grin.
“It’s pretty early, ye. You look super tired, CC.”

Met squished his tired face up and leaned his head into her soft tum and chest with a deep, shaky sigh. "It's not my fault, CC, I'm still groggy because I haven't slept so well in so long…" He yawned wide. He wanted to sleep more but yet his body wouldn't let him. They were both awake (apart from Phoebe). He glanced up at her again with a soft grunt.

Met could hear it but he didn't mind too much as he just looked at her. Like he had realized before, she was very pretty. Suddenly his heart was racing as fast as hers as he just gazed at her, his cheeks flushed a little. He wanted to break the silence.
"That… that's okay," He said slowly after a few moments.

Met moved a little too so his cheek was relaxed and his whole face was pointed up and gazing at her. He shrugged a little as he watched her evaluate his face.
"I dunno if I wanna," He said softly, smiling innocently. He looked like a giant squishy pile of sleepy mess, with his curly, frizzy hair floating in front of his eyes and fluffed up in the back of his head.

Met shrugged a little and moved off of her stomach, nudging her aside and setting his head down on a pillow, stretching his legs. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, careful to try and not make her feel too overwhelmed with his big self. It felt nice to be stretched out again, with his feet sort of dangling off of her bed. He was too tall to exist.

Met yawned slowly, stretching his legs out with a soft noise. He relaxed with a slow, deep exhale and snuggled closer to her. He was holding her basically like a little bear. But he didn't like that. He moved her up so they were sharing the pillows and their faces were close all over again, and he curled up just a little around her so all of his long body was on the bed. His face relaxed on her neck, his breath skating off of her skin.

Met stroked her hair gently from where he was curled up, his eyes still open in the slightest. He loved her soft skin, the warm scent that tickled his nose. Even though she had gotten out of the hospital not too long ago, she still smelled and felt familiar. It was incredible.

Met hadn't taken it the wrong way until she blundered through her own mistake, his cheeks reddening more. "Ah-no, it's okay, I didn't take it like that, trust me, CC." He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess we can go downstairs and make some food if you'd like. Or if you wanna sleep." He sat up a little, though not completely off of her.

Met twisted and moved his arms under the blinds, shutting the window tight and locking it again, before settling back down with her, his arms curling up around her again.
"Alright. It was getting really cold. So the window is shut now and Phoebe might join us again." He sounded hopeful.

Met moved his head up to gaze at her, his eyes gleaming a little as she propped her hand up. He blushed deeper at her compliment, dipping his head a little. His smile was shy and big, and he hid it with the ducking of his hair.
"Thank you, CC. No one's ever told me that before," He admitted to her, his cheeks warm and a deep scarlet.