HEY GIRLIES MY ART IMPROVEMENT IS FUCKING BONKERS????
I WENT AND DREW MY OLD HENRY DESIGN AND??? THE NEW ONE??? I DREW THIS??? WHAT !!
i only just realized i gave him such a blank stare here though 💀 dont worry about it he has autism
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Do you think Globby's ever fallen asleep on Felony Carl's shoulder? I do.
Short fic for this scene under the read-more!
The cushions shift as Felony Carl sits down next to him and easily wraps an arm over Globby's shoulder, as was their routine. Globby leans against him without thinking, and it feels like the most familiar thing in the world. Felony Carl's solid form next to him makes things much easier to manage.
"Wanna see what's on T.V.?" Carl holds the remote in his other hand, looking at Globby.
"Yeah." Globby answers simply. Wow, he was worn out.
Felony Carl wordlessly flicks through channels with the T.V. volume turned down low. They settle on some documentary, light from the T.V. screen casting the room in a subdued blue.
Globby's not really watching whatever is on the T.V., and if he was paying attention, he would notice that Carl wasn't, either. Globby isn't thinking much of anything. He just… feels comfortable. Drowsy. Safe.
His head droops onto Carl's chest—normally he was taller than Carl, but he's oozing down the couch somewhat, so his head is at Carl's chest level.
It's interesting how he can feel Carl's heartbeat, in this position. Steady thrumming. Combined with the hushed T.V., it's almost like a lullaby.
Globby is just aware enough to register Carl's cat jumping up onto the couch next to them and curling into a ball. He's been trying to befriend that cat for so long, and this small victory pleases him. A small smile crosses his face, different from the one he was wearing at the diner.
"This is nice," He says.
Globby's voice is soft, a slight bit raspy. His eyes are half-lidded. The blue glow of the T.V. reflects off of his face and Carl traces with his eyes where it cups Globby's cheek.
"It is." Felony Carl considers saying more but is interrupted by light snores. His eyes soften. He lingers on Globby, who is fast asleep already.
Letting out an endeared sigh, he turns his head back towards the T.V., careful not to jostle Globby.
He can feel his own eyelids getting heavy, so he resigns to keep the T.V. on as background noise.
He likes how the light makes Globby look, too.
…They can deal with things tomorrow.
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