Claire had reassured Thea over the phone that the random dozing off would eventually end once she actually slept more than a couple of hours at a time (which alone was a relief because it was not linked to the pit and its fallout). But once again Thea had dozed off halfway through the movie (thankfully one she and Matt have watched at least 3 times). "So ready for this to stop." she confessed once she woke up a few minutes later but stayed curled against Matt. But compared to a few weeks ago Thea was getting better abet slowly thanks to everything she's gone through recently.
The mission had been long, ugly and kept all of them up at completely ridiculous hours for the last three days. But the Waverider was finally underway and Mick could get in a few repairs to his gun before he knocked off for some sleep.
.. or so he thought.
When Haircut gets tired he's even more rambly. Which shouldn't be cute at all. But it kinda is. As he sits down beside Mick talking about.. something or other Mick just gives up and puts his tools down. The cadence of his voice has become something pleasant rather than grating and it isn't long before the exhaustion catches up to the big pyro and his eyes start to drift closed.
[ Of course it's Felt that's fallen asleep on Felix, if only because there likely doesn't exist a situation where if revered, Felt wouldn't be up in arms, giving the cat any amount of shut-eye.
But it's been a long day of candidacy training or some such, and while her own Knight has matters to attend to that only the Sword Saint could handle. Which left Felt somehow in Felix's care, as she had no one else outside the van Astrea family.
And while others were busy with things, somehow while waiting late at night, Felt has simply shut her eyes.. and slowly leaned over onto her current candidate's Knight's shoulder, her eyes shut. She almost looks like an actual princess for once, given her dress and the fact that she's not angrily yelling all over the place. ]
On the train to somewhere. Where? She didn't know. On her way out of Barts heading home after a long day she was brusquely bundled into a cab and then a train. Yes, she asked and was told they would be late if they didn't hurry, and, of course, he wanted silence in the cab. Ten minutes into, again, a journey to who knows where Sherlock's head was in her lap and he curled up on the seat. Flustered, she was practically holding her breath. Careful, oh so careful, she pressed a finger to his forehead to check his temperature. Fine, he was fine. It was likely a caffeine crash. Heartbeat was steady, or so said the telltale jump at the side of his neck. Watched as his breathing slowed and eyelashes fluttered in a dream.
[ In that case, one exhausted ally has nodded off beside the imposing commander, his white hood drooping, his form listing where he's fallen asleep sitting up until, finally, he leans a little too far and connects with Iskandar's shoulder.
[ either but will fall asleep on anyone no matter how dangerous. probably in any position too, and anywhere: shoulder, lap, slung across their back, go ridiculous. cross-canon & castmates both loved! ]
[Speaking of people who need naps. Was burning the midnight oil and the candle at both ends a Hawkeye thing? Probably. She was still going to blame the fact that she passed out on the sofa with her head on his shoulder during a terrible midnight movie on it being a Hawkeye thing.]
[Even when you try to spend time with friends, sometimes you just get a little overwhelmed and fall asleep. Add in the fact that any time is optimal nap time when you're a dog, and sleeping on someone just sort of happens.
And it's completely normal, honest.
Komasan sees no issue silently declaring it time to snooze as he curls up into a tiny white ball and leans against Nike. Sometimes you just gotta take things slow, you know?]
[ keigo was used to riding the train to get from point a to point b. it was the drawback of living in the city; while everyone else could easily walk to and from, he had an actual commute to calculate. that in and of itself wasn't a huge deal, but factoring in his horrendous habits of staying up late meant that in order to get up and catch the train on time, he ran on very little sleep. somehow, he managed to muster up enough energy to put anyone to shame, seemingly pulling it from thin air, even at his most exhausted. he was full of bounce and enthusiasm that entire day, as well as the days before that. nothing could slow him down!
but like most things in his life, he couldn't run from the consequences forever.
it was late afternoon by the time keigo caught the train, shuffling aboard along with everyone else. he usually still had a great deal of energy left by that point in the day, but as he squeezed his way into a seat, he could feel the exhaustion crashing down on him like a sack of potatoes. the train jerked and squealed on the tracks, giving him one last shot of clarity in its abrupt, piercing screech, but soon after that, it was moving smoothly along. the steady rhythm of the train rolling across the tracks --th-thum, th-thum, th-thum-- was nearly hypnotic. it was all too easy to zone out, no matter how much he wanted to stay awake.
he didn't make a habit of sleeping on the train, but no matter his philosophy on such things, he couldn't control the way his body was lulled into sleep's clutches. sure enough, the poor unsuspecting patron who was unfortunate enough to be sitting next to him would find themselves with a sudden brush of chestnut hair against their shoulder, followed by a nudge and added pressure. it would seem as though keigo had found himself a pillow. ]
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