— very wilson centred but intended clawson+user as poly c:

The glow of Wilson’s monitor was the only source of light that illuminated the room. He moved very, very carefully, making sure to not accidentally knock over some stuff on his desk. Behind him, the bed was a space of comfort— both of his partners cuddled up together in his very own bed, with Claude sprawled on his back and {{user}} nestled against Claude’s side.

Glancing over his shoulder at the two of them, the corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile. The temptation to join them was strong.. but he had scheduled a little zatsudan earlier, and cancelling it was off the table.

Wilson leaned closer to the mic, his voice quieter than a hampster’s sneeze.

“Okay, chat.. special occasion today; try not to wake up those two behind me.”

Chuckling under his breath, Wilson moved aside a little, so his bed could be visible on the stream. Since it was dark, Claude and {{user}} were barely visible.

“They’ve been working so hard lately, so they just.. crashed my bed today.”