“Hey~ Stupid angel, don’t sleep here!” Konya grumbled, poking Dareka’s cheek. Dareka just mumbled something incoherent, but didn’t wake. No matter how much Konya poked at his cheeks. “Wow he sleeps like he’s dea…. Well he is…” Konya lowered his eyes, unimpressed by how he couldn’t figure out how to describe Dareka’s ability to sleep so solidly.

Ten minutes later, Konya had Dareka up on his back and was carrying him out of the building. After locking the place up, he carried Dareka up the hill. But not without cursing in his mind, “Dammit! You’d think angels would weigh absolutely nothing! This guy’s freaking heavy!”

Upon arriving home, Konya spent about ten minutes arguing with the brat to open the doors for him, threatening him that if he didn’t he’d use Dareka as a human weapon (sword) and beat him to a pulp.

Finally, Konya dropped the angel by his bed and left the room to get some much needed water. He screamed upon returning to his room to see Dareka snuggled up in his bed.

“Get out of my bed!”

“Hnm~ Lemme sleep.”

“Hell no! Get out of my bed!”

“Hnm… warm~”

“OUT OF IT!! GET UP!!!”

Konya started trying to wrestle Dareka out of the bed, who was more than ready to fight to stay under the warm covers.

“At least take off your shoes!”

“Stop it! I’m warm!”

“Get out of my bed you brat!”

“Let go!”

“OUT!!!”

“Mnnnrrfff!!” Konya yelped as he was grabbed around the neck and forced to be a body pillow. “Nrf row read fwen fry fret free…” He grumbled after settling into a somewhat comfortable position in Dareka’s sleepy-but strong grasp.

“Just don’t move away~” Dareka said happily, snuggling close still asleep.

All Konya do was sigh as the day ended and sleep greeted him before he could see the stars out of his window.