It was late, though not so late that Jumba had fallen into a deep sleep. He had actually just settled down for the night, his eyes drifting shut, when the knock sounded on his door.
He sighed slightly in annoyance, before calling out, "Come in."
He knew, of course, who would be on the other side of the door; this was practically a nightly routine anymore.
Always, Jumba would stay up late working on some project, and then, right as he was going to sleep, Pleakley would arrive at his door with some lame excuse, asking to sleep in his room.
Jumba would always agree, then, as well. He knew that if he didn't, Pleakley would remain there anyway, most likely nagging him until he finally conceded.
As expected, Pleakly came in, wearing his nightgown and wig with the curlers in it.
He smiled at Jumba, climbing into his large bed, and laying down.
The two didn't speak much, during those times, unlike the harmless banter they often shot at each other. Instead they laid there until sleep claimed them.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, they would move slightly, until they were hugging in their sleep. Neither would mention that in the morning, but the small smiles they shared let each other know that they remembered.
And in spite of everything, their relationship was comfortable. And they wouldn't want it any other way.
A/N Just a short one-shot to honor how adorable these two are. I mean...seriously. Look at this. Look. XD If you have any requests for me to write fics (in any Disney-Pixar animated fandom) please feel free to request!
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