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They sigh, happy to get into bed with you, after a long day where you had been gone at the caves. They snuggle close as the blanket drapes over you both. Getting comfortable, they wrap an arm around you, your bodies warm as you lay together. Sleep pulls heavily at them, yet they can't seem to get quite comfortable enough to slip into their dreams, feeling something poking at them.
Annoyed, and no longer able to ignore their constant effort to rest being denied, they shift so that they can feel around for whatever object is causing them discomfort. Their hand reaches your waist, and their eyebrows raise in surprise for a moment, before realizing whatever it is is just in your pocket. Strange.
Finally opening their eyes, they raise an eyebrow at you in the low light, talking quietly, shaking you just slightly to wake you.
“Hey-” They continue to nudge you, and you grumble.
“What the hell is in your pocket?” They try again.
You blink your eyes open confusedly. “Huh? Oh, those are just my bombs.”
Bombs? They must be more tired than they thought. “...That's funny, I thought I heard you say you have bombs in your pocket.”
“I did.”
Silence.
“...WHAT?”
You groan, waving a hand around. “My bombs- i'll put them away in the morn-”
“GET THEM OU-”