.Snoring
It's not something very many people know. The fact that Colette snores, that is. She doesn't often - only when she is completely relaxed in her sleep. And it's quiet snoring, too. Almost cute. Lloyd's only heard it a few times, usually at sleepovers from a long time ago. Comfortable in her own house with her family and friends. It hadn't been snoring loud enough to keep him up, and it really wasn't annoying.
Not many people know that Genis doesn't snore. Almost the exact opposite of Colette, Genis only snores when he isn't relaxed in his sleep. Unfortunately, this happens a lot. Even when you're surrounded by friends, if you aren't somewhere you're familiar with, you cannot relax completely.
Lloyd doesn't know whether or not he himself snores, and under what conditions. Genis has said he does, and Colette has said he doesn't. And there are other mornings where Genis will say he didn't, and the next day Colette will say he did.
Genis can tell him that he just breaths lightly, and makes some strange purring noises in his sleep, on those nights he doesn't snore, and Colette will giggle and say it's almost like a kitty, and that's okay. Or Genis can tell him it's awful and loud and obnoxious, and that he can't fall asleep when Lloyd snores. Colette will cough politely and avert her eyes.
So Lloyd lies between them, in a bed that's much too small for two people, let alone three, and doesn't sleep just yet.
Colette curls up on his left, one leg over Lloyd's, hand across his chest to brush Genis's hand. And if Genis shifts in his sleep, out of her reach, she'll move too. Her other arm is under the pillow, and she half-arches into Lloyd's touch as he wraps an arm around her. Her snoring is quiet and high pitched, and not at all annoying.
Genis stretches out on Lloyd's right, taking up as much of the bed as he can in his sleep. One leg is almost off the bed, and the other is so far out that it brushes Colette's knee - the leg of her's that isn't over Lloyd. One arm stretches out, touched by Colette and resting on Lloyd's chest, the other tangles itself in his hair. His breathing is even and mellow.
Lloyd moves slowly, and wraps his other arm around Genis. He is uncomfortable, and his left foot is falling asleep, tingling numbness crawling up his leg. Genis shifts, fingers curling in silver hair. Colette follows, hand tracing over Lloyd's chest in search of Genis's hand.
They are a tangle of limbs, sheets, friends, and breathing. A tangle of human and angel and human and elf, and a tangle of snoring and of not. It's uncomfortable, and the bed isn't big enough. Genis is a bed-hog, while Colette is too clingy.
But it's not so bad.
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