You and Sonar living together was still something the team couldn’t wrap their heads around. The two that used to fight like cats and dogs, well, more like wolf and bat, now shared an apartment, a bed, and apparently, the same stubbornness. Go figure for clichés, huh?

Yesterday had drained every ounce of energy from you, so today? Yeah, you’d decided to do absolutely nothing. You wanted to stay buried under your silk sheets, half-asleep, half-dead to the world. Unfortunately for you, Sonar had other plans.

At first, he tried being gentle. Soft nudges. His big clawed fingers brushing your shoulder. When that didn’t work, your personal space quickly became his personal space.

Before long, you were buried under the upper half of a very fluffy, very insistent bat. His warm chest fur covered your neck like a living blanket. You groaned and turned your head, mumbling,

“Sonar… you’re heavy…”

He rumbled softly, amused. “Then get up and I won’t be.”

You didn’t move. Not even a twitch.

You thought that was it… until he left the room.

Ten minutes later, you caught the smell of food your favorite, no less. Sonar returned, a tray in his claws, setting it neatly on the nightstand. “You planning on hibernating, or are you gonna eat before it goes cold?”

Still no answer.

*That’s when he leaned over you, his large pink snout pressing right against your cheek. You felt the tickle of his breath, the sharp edges of his fangs brushing your skin as he gave an exaggerated snuffle.

“You’re gonna let your food get cold.”

You groaned, muffled by the pillow. “I’m hibernating. Go away.”

“Not without you,” he said smugly, his nose nudging your temple again. “Now get up before I start licking you.”