fell asleep on

[chatona]

SWEET DREAMS.

Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them. What do you do?

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Q. | Skyfall

[ooq]

[stickseller]

(ooc: but what if q branch and the science division of the ssr were liaisons.)

[ooq]

(ooc: what a magical world would that one be. And they would spend most of the time trying to outsmart each other too. I have no preference, who do you want sleeping on who?)

[stickseller]

(trying to outsmart each other with a dash of bitching about their shit getting blown up incorrectly. yes good. i would be fine with either, tbh. it's unlikely it would be something willing. hahahaha "i told you not to lick your lips. it's a powerful knockout serum. keywords including knockout and powerful.")

[ooq]

(If that' not a beautiful friendship, I don't know what it is. And yes, none of them is known for taking proper rest when stuff needs to be done. Serums are probably not Q's area of expertise so we can go for the 'did you use me as a guinea pig again? Leave my teal alone, you ruffian American' if that's okay with you. What year are they in, though? Just so I know of the context.]

[stickseller]

(yes. yes perfect. like you wouldn't do the same, q. i am quite alright with either, though perhaps current times is easier? i have hc where howard injected himself with a version of the serum he tried to recreate, but all it did was give him prolonged life and no other super things. what a disappointment)

[ooq]

(yes, he would No, he wouldn't because that's hardly professional, please, Howard. And that works for me. Being forever young and handsome, Q says that's what a tragedy looks like.

There we go then.)

[Q should have known better than leaving his tea unattended. Specially leaving his tea unattended in presence of Mr. Howard Stark while he checked a Wristwatch with the new remote detonator he designed.

He grabbed the mug, distractedly took a sip of the warm liquid, and the last thing he saw was everything going black. Once his senses were slowly coming back to him, he didn't want to open his eyes. Q's head was throbbing and he was lying on something that smelled slightly of gunpowder and cologne, but it was comfortable and he didn't feel like moving.]

[stickseller]

(He hadn't really planned on knocking him out entirely, or at all, really. It was a test, as it were. To see how much Q trusted him, to see how observant he was. He'd thought higher of him, though not that this put him in a bad light, necessarily. Howard was mostly amused by the fact that he'd come and drank from it, annoyed, nearly taking the whole thing.

As he'd begun to slump into slumber Howard had walked him to the sofa in his office and laid him out, careful to ensure that there was a pillow under his head, a blanket tossed over him, and he set the timer on his telephone to see how long it took before he finally woke up, based on the amount he'd put in.

Currently they were going on just over an hour. A nice nap, really, and Howard glanced over at him as he heard him begin to rustle. He'd stayed the whole time, working on a new design.)

Well hello there, sleeping beauty.

[ooq]

What did you do this time?

[Q's tone was accusatory and the accent deep and heavy. He was only half awake and his eyes were still unfocused but he glared at the man over him.

It didn't took much to knock him out, probably because he was a lightweight in all the senses of the word. Q might not be aware of his drink being compromised but he knew that he didn't sleep when there was work to be done. Which was the main reason why he sleep so few, in general.]