Stitched Together (Deimos x Sanford)

Thirty-Seven

Deimos hugs you and buries his face slightly near your neck, still soaked from the cold water you poured on him. He pulls back from the hug, and looks at you.

"Hey Sanny, y'know, if ya wanted to wake me up, you coulda just.. like, shook me until I woke up, right? I mean pouring water on someone might work but if we weren't, like, dating and shit, I would literally fuckin' kick you in the balls man."
Deimos whispers out, trying his best not to burst into laughter. You give him an exasperated look.

You laugh a little bit with him, your hand hiding your mouth which is smiling at your lover. "Deimos, you loveable bastard, I would literally rip your fuckin' arm off if I wasn't dating you." You giggle out, as you push him playfully by the shoulders.

"...Anyways, we should check in on Hank, it's been eerily quiet over there. Deimos climbs on your back, you stand up, and leave the room, leaving only the sound of a ticking clock in the room.