Sharing bed

[sockandroll]

 

It's cozy, warm and very, very narrow; you're stuck sleeping in a single bed with someone else and have to endure/enjoy the situation until morning. Snuggle-time?

single-bed partnerships

• COMMENT WITH CHARACTER/SERIES IN THE HEADER (add prefs in comments as needed)
• ROLL 1-5 ON RNG FOR A CR PROMPT
• TAG AROUND!

01) FRIENDS you know the other person well.
02) LOVERS is this really such a bad place to 'sleep' together?
03) ENEMIES try not to stab each other in the night.
04) STRANGERS super awkward or getting along like a house on fire.
05) AUTHORITY one of you has a higher/lower social status for some reason.

( by sockle )

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[blacksquadleader]

[ooc: Go for it! I just started a new job so I'm getting used to different/more hours. Sorry I've been so spotty with things! Also, if you'll shoot me the link over at the other thing we're doing, I'll hop on that tonight when I get home!]

[generalhux]

It was supposed to be a short trip back to the Finalizer via the command shuttle. A routine trip with a routine crew--but when General Hux returned to his chambers at the end of the cycle, he found the room utterly demolished.

The general had never been fond of Kylo Ren, but a particularly heated argument during the last mission had apparently driven the overgrown child to destroy Hux's space.

Well, there was nothing of import here, all his personal effects were on the Finalizer--but he still needed somewhere to sleep and he had no intention of chastising Kylo for his behavior just now. It's not as if it ever worked anyway.

Deeply annoyed, he checked his holopad to determine which of his subordinates he would be removing from their bedrooms for his own benefit. Hm. It appeared that Poe Dameron was finishing his shift, leaving the cockpit to get some much deserved rest.

When the pilot arrived back in his room, the general would be comfortably settled in his bed, wearing boxer briefs and an undershirt, his military tags clinking together as he moved. The redhead was leisurely writing out notes and sending off work orders on his holopad, tallying up the amount of damage done in his room. Just enough to be annoying.

"Dameron." Hux greeted in that sterile way he usually did, not looking up from his work. "I require the use of your bed."