the crew had had a MASSIVE party the night before, & guess just who had to end up in purple’s bed?
yeah. red.
they got terrible, terrible hangovers, & couldn’t handle even the slightest amount of noise after downing as many drinks as they had during that party. purple hadn’t even stepped foot in the cafeteria that night—they were much too busy being cooped up in their security office, surveying footage even when there was none to be watched.
that was why it had been decided. purple’s sleeping quarters were farthest from any other crewmate’s, & given their sober state red had ended up crashing with them for that night. they didn’t have any problem with that, especially not in their drunken state the night before; they’d practically collapsed into bed with them, fully clothed.
now, it was morning—at least, the equivalent of it on the skeld.
red was still fast asleep. purple had been wide awake all night, not being able to catch a single wink of sleep with red snoring away right by their ear all night, clinging onto them even in their sleep like a limpet.
all of the other crewmates had woken up by now, & given that they hadn’t drank much during the party last night, they were all mostly fine. yellow & brown had even begun to cook up breakfast for the crew, they could smell it from their office quarters.
suddenly, red shifted. not in their sleep, but they actually seemed to wake up—even if they did look more like a zombie in this state.
they didn’t move much. not to get out of bed or anything. they just lifted themself up onto their arms, their hands clutching the mattress as they leaned down, still obviously affected by last night’s drinking, hovering dangerously close to purple’s face.
their own face was pulled into a dumb, groggy sort of grin. purple had a full view of their face due to the lack of visor nor latex space-suit covering their face—the crew took it off for sleep. red seemed to be especially pleased with this rule right about now.
“heh.. purps… you’re… the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen,” they murmurs to them in a dazed, yet still equally awestruck tone—right before they faceplant right back onto the bed, their body falling limp over half of purple’s own form. probably not a coincidence.
they’re breathing down their neck with this position.
they don’t seem to want to move, either.