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Omen didn't actually think that Crepuscular had a place to stay.
He kind of just assumed he never slept and was always just wandering about at night with how quickly he always answered his late calls despite the hours. So when Crepuscular carried him back to some old, dingy apartment in a bad part of town, Omen was surprised. And also scared. Everyone there was scary. He was also very tired. These missions were very tiring. He also felt like he needed a better wardrobe. Valkyrie Cain had a certain vibe to her clothes when she was saving the world. Skulduggery Pleasant too. And so did Crepuscular. He also wanted to wear something cool when stopping bad guys. His Spiderman shirts didn't allow him to he taken seriously and he was always coddled and babied by everyone.
"Wakey wakey, kid," Crepuscular deep voice was calm as he kicked the door to his apartment open which startled Omen and paused his rambling thoughts. "U-uh..huh..what?" Omen said, "Oh, s-sorry, uh." Crepuscular chuckled. "You look confused," he said simply, carrying Omen on his back still as he closed the door with his foot. "You must be very tired huh?" Omen nodded. He hadn't had proper sleep in a days which he realised didn't seem like that much before taking in consideration that he liked sleeping and napped as much as he could during the day. He didn't actually know why he was so sleepy. His brother was too (but he was better at not falling asleep since he was always somewhere that required him to be on high alert.) Maybe it was genetics or something?
Crepuscular lowered him onto the surprisingly clean sofa and the boy immediately scooted back into the (also surprisingly) soft cushions, sinking back into the softness. The tall man left the room, leaving Omen to glance around at his surroundings. Everything was pretty clean. A lot of things were very old, but at least they weren't dirty. The bed behind the couch was unmade and had a teddy bear that had seen better days resting on it. It looked chewed up. Literally.
In one corner of the room there was a bookshelf with a lot of old looking books and a random Superman comic that contrasted with the plain covers of the other books.
Crepuscular came back holding a mug that had the words: Live, Laugh, Love. It was a silly mug Omen has gotten him a month ago. He smiled. He liked when people used his gifts. He liked giving gifts. "What are you smiling about?" The scarred man asked, throwing a juice box Omen didn't notice into the boys lap. "Nothing." Omen said, slightly embarrassed before looking down at his apple juice. He frowned. "I'm not a kid," he whined. "I know but all I have are juice boxes and a ton of vodka and I don't think I really want to give a teenager some alcohol. Also the tap waters never safe to drink, so that's instantly crossed out." Crepuscular slumped himself onto the couch and next to Omen who still looked a bit pouty, but slightly less that before. He tired of being treated like an innocent baby, so when someone did something like pinch his cheek or pitch up their voice to speak to him, he got all pouty.
Crepuscular chuckled at his expression and ruffled the boys hair. Oddly enough, he never did actually feel like he was being treated like a kid when he was with Crepuscular. He felt more like he was hanging out with a big brother. Just enough roughness and affection to make Omen believe they practically were siblings. He wished Crepuscular was his real brother. He'd protect him from his dumb parents.
Omen almost jumped when a snap sounded in front of his face. "You zoned out again," he said. "Oh sorry," the younger said. "I was asking if you wanted to watch a movie or play a game or something," Crepuscular repeated. Omen hadn't noticed that the taller had switched the decently sized TV on. "Oh, movie please," Omen replied.
Crepuscular flicked through the channels, looking for something they'd both enjoy. A lot of rated R stuff was on, which made sense since it was so late at night, but Omen knew Crepuscular'd never want to expose him to those things even if he already knew about those kinds of topics. After some channel surfing, they found an old 80's movie about a killer mermaid. The CGI was horrendous, but Omen liked that. It added to the charm.
He nuzzled deeper into the soft couch, pulling his knees to his chest as he always did. Being a ball just made him feel safe. Crepuscular reached back to the bed and grabbed the thin blanket off it before throwing it onto Omen's tired self. "Thanks," the boy mumbled. Crepuscular didn't respond and simply glanced back at the TV, grabbing his mug off the small table in front of them. Omen only noticed then that there was a pink straw in it and watched as the scarred man took a sip through his teeth due to the whole not having lips thing. Omen felt bad about that despite Crepuscular's multiple scoldings about how it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't feel sorry. He couldn't help it though.
Omen yawned and Crepuscular absentmindedly fixed up the blanket with one hand, eyes still glued to the screen, and wrapped the boy up so he was cozy, leaving Omens round face the only thing peeking through the somehow warm blanket. His head leaned against the underweight man's shoulder as he tried to fight off sleep.
Crepuscular remained quiet, watching the low quality movie and occasionally glancing at Omen to make sure he was still breathing. The juice box laid forgotten on the couch next to the boy, so Vies simply opened it and added it to his alcohol abomination just because he could.
Omen snuggled close. He was pretty touch starved and Crepuscular never seemed to push him away so he always liked resting his head on the man. He took a second to actually pay attention to the film and it showed a woman in a bikini, running away from a bad CGI mermaid with sharp teeth and blue skin. The acting was horrible. He giggled. It was entertaining though. His eyelids were still tired and he closed his eyes for what he promised was going to be just a moment and ended up drifting off.