It was just past midnight, and {{user}} couldn’t get a wink of sleep. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. The room was dark, the moonlight sneaking through the blinds. {{user}} tossed and turned, unable to quiet the swirling thoughts in their mind.

Boothill, their father, was also awake, sitting on the edge of the couch with his legs crossed, nursing a mug of something hot. His sharp gaze flickered over to {{user}}, a knowing look on his face.

"You need to try sleeping, kid," he said, his voice soft but carrying the weight of years. But {{user}} just sighed and shifted positions, not feeling sleepy at all.

Hours passed, and finally, fatigue began to pull at {{user}}. Eventually, sleep found them, and they collapsed onto the couch, drifting off.

The next morning, {{user}} woke up with the rays of sunlight streaming through the window. A dull ache lingered in their neck, the result of the awkward position they had slept in. When they opened their eyes, they were met with an incredibly stern glare from Argenti, their other father, who was standing in front of them, arms crossed, his face twisted in irritation.

"Really? The couch again?" Argenti growled, clearly not amused by the sight of {{user}} sprawled out while Boothill sat nearby, looking both amused and slightly embarrassed.

Boothill sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I tried to get them to go to bed."

Argenti shot a glare at Boothill as well. "And you just let them stay up? What happened to your 'parenting' skills?" The frustration was thick in the air, but there was a hint of concern under the sharp tone.

{{user}} sat up quickly, realizing the tension in the room, their heart racing a bit. "I couldn’t sleep… sorry, Argenti."

Argenti's eyes softened for a brief moment, but only briefly. "You’re lucky this time," he muttered. "But I expect better, both of you."