"Wakka. Wakka wake up."
Wakka unglued one eye and jumped back reflexively as his entire vision was filled by blue fur, spiky in the darkness. "Huh? Whaz's happening? Fiends?" One hand was already reaching for his blitzball, no time to get dressed.
"No fiends. Kimahri lonely. Kimahri get cold. Cuddles?" A long furry tail was already insinuating itself into Wakka's sleeping bag, chasing the body heat.
Wakka rolled his eyes and relaxed back against the least-rocky spot of ground he had been able to find. "Yer tellin' me? You've got all that blue fur and stuff, yeah?"
Kimahri was already burrowing underneath Wakka's blankets, draping himself feline-like around the warm shape of his friend. Wakka was always pleasantly surprised by how soft Kimahri's fur was, and he loved any opportunity to twist his fingers in the blue expanses, unimpeded by the leather straps that Kimahri usually wore as armor.
Wakka wiggled, adjusting to the new arrangement and breathing in the sweet spicy scent that wafted from his bedmate. "Go back to sleep, yeah?" He was just about to drift off again himself when something warm and furry wrapped itself around his leg, tickling itself upward. "Uh, Kimahri? Control that thing, would you?" He darted a furtive glance over the blankets at Tidus' snoring form, with Lulu, Rikku, and Yuna asleep further on.
Kimahri pressed closer, a deep thrumming purr growing in his chest, and Wakka wondered if he could lose himself in the sound and feel of it.
"Can't. Tail has mind of own. Kimahri not in control."
Wakka resisted indulging in a playful poke. Kimahri had a knack of choosing the most inconvenient times to be obstinate. Still, he mused, as the tail snuck ever upward, it was always in good humor. And besides, he doubted anything could wake Tidus short of the apocalypse. These days, Wakka wasn't willing to rule out the possibility that the end of the world might arrive before breakfast, but that was neither here nor there. And it certainly wasn't like he could complain about being cold anymore. He'd learned to take his creature comforts where he could find them. With a grin, Wakka tangled his fingers in fur and pulled himself closer.
Auron sighed. Not again. Really. Not again. Tidus might be able to enjoy the luxury of sleeping soundly through anything, but someone had to be on guard duty. With a grumble, he adjusted his sword and slipped silently up a small hill, forgoing the relative comfort of his rock for somewhere more peaceful and less...giggly.
Lulu raised an eyebrow at Wakka as she stirred a large pot of oatmeal, the sun just peaking over the tops of the trees. She had no idea what he put in his hair to make it stick up like that, but it never seemed to survive those midnight cuddle sessions. "Nice bedhead," she smirked, shoving a bowl into his hands.