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Books
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Lita suggested Sabata and Django read books together to spend time with each other. But Django was easily bored and fell asleep quickly on anything soft, mostly Sabata. Right on cue, Django left his state of consciousness, his head landing on Sabata's shoulder. At first, he didn't mind the snuggling, though it became uncomfortable after a while. The snoring was only tolerable for a few moments. Whenever Sabata moved away or pushed his brother back, the young Solar Boy would always snake up back to where he was before. Sabata was very tempted to simply get up and leave Django on the sofa they shared, but realized why he even bothered to agree with Lita. Time with him meant the world to the younger boy, even if it was silent. Sabata stroked a soft cheek lovingly and decided to tolerate their time together...
Django began to drool.
...For ten more minutes...
This drabble made me giggle at the end, sorta. I had a sketch for it but I forgot where it went. Two out of fifty... (6/2/05)