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[pidge_out]

 

Hey, it's Pidge. Sorry, can't answer right now, but go ahead and leave a message. I'll get back to you when I can.

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[pidge_out]

i don't know

go to sleep

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[shiro2hero]

If I could sleep, I'd be asleep.

text;

[pidge_out]

does someone need to sing you a lullaby or something

pick you up and rock you back and forth for a while

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[shiro2hero]

Pidge.

No.

Go to sleep yourself.

text;

[pidge_out]

you woke me up

AND you have me wondering if i can build something that can put you to sleep

text;

[shiro2hero]

I should go.

text;

[pidge_out]

to sleep

text;

[shiro2hero]

To work.

text;

[pidge_out]

sleep







i need coffee

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[shiro2hero]

... Come get some.

I'm downstairs.

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[pidge_out]

k


[Eventually, a Pidge will emerge in the kitchen. Disheveled. Practically half-asleep. Glasses on top of her head.]

Coffee.

[shiro2hero]

[Just gonna wordlessly pass her a mug.]

[They both look about the same right now, honestly. Except this is probably Shiro's normal look.]

[pidge_out]

[Shiro is the savior. The champion. The man, the legend, the provider of coffee.

Pidge is going to quietly sip it, eyes closed, slowly smacking her lips after every sip.]

[shiro2hero]

So... are you really just awake for a project?

[pidge_out]

You woke me.

[Though to be fair, she was probably up until about an hour ago.]

[shiro2hero]

Then go back to sleep, all right?

[pidge_out]

No.

[More sipping of coffee. You've done this to her, Shiro. This is your child.]

[shiro2hero]

Go back to bed.

I'll have some regular coffee waiting for you if you do.

[Implying what she's currently drinking is... you guessed it. Decaf.]

[pidge_out]

[First of all, that's rude, Daddy. Second, she doesn't even realize what he's just told her right away.

It takes her almost a full minute.

And then, very quietly, she moves toward the sink. Promptly dumps the rest of her mug out. Then wordlessly holds it out toward Shiro insistently.]

[shiro2hero]

[Yeah he was expecting that.]

[He puts both hands on her shoulders. And gently tries steering her back toward the stairs.]

[pidge_out]

NO.

[She is planting her skinny bare feet into the floor and kicking back.]

KITCHEN. COFFEE.

[shiro2hero]

Pidge...

Please.

[pidge_out]

[She's making the most pathetic eyes in the world at you, Shiro. Tired, sad, pleading puppy-dog eyes.]

[shiro2hero]

... Don't do that.

You're going to make me take drastic measures.

[pidge_out]

Coffee, Shiro.

[It's part whine, part demand, part mumble.] Extra black. Five sugars.