A soft purr sounded through the room, illuminated by soft light. Two figures landed in the bed—Mr. WPNZ and Mr. Puzzles. The former had his arm over the latter's waist, spooning the other with his legs tangled with the TV's legs while the other's screen was off. Toomp rested behind Mr. Wpnz, snuggled into his bare back.

The cyborg nuzzled the TV's neck, biting playfully at his neck. Soft snarls and growls lifted his lips, pulling him close. And when did Mr. Puzzles move? He growled. Not loud. Just a warning. Yellow eyes blinked awake to watch the screen, not moving. His tail thumped quietly. He nibbled at his neck again.

"Jigsaw," he whispered, shaking Mr. Puzzles slightly. "Jigsaw!" It was louder this time, echoing through the mostly empty room. "Are you awake?" He looked innocent with his pupils dilated, tilting his head. He was still drunk from the night they had at the bar.