She jumps into bed every time. Obviously there's no way in hell for her to curl up like the kitten she is and just sleep. No, she cuddles. Nepeta Leijon is a huge fucking cuddler. Currently, she had her arms wrapped around Karkat, purring like she normally did when she was falling asleep. He pet her hair back out of her face, watching her heavy-lidded eyes shut as he did. He pressed a small kiss to her forehead, and she wriggled back, whining.
"Kaarkittyyyy…I'm trying to sleeeep," she frowned, but he could hear an inkling of a giggle in her voice, causing him to lose sympathy for the cat-girl and just chuckle.
"No you're not. You'd stay up all night if it weren't for me getting you to bed on time," he commented, causing her to open her eyes and stick out her tongue.
"You suuuuck." She buries her face in his shirt, the purr returning. He could tell she was trying to control it.
"You suck, now go to bed," he pets her hair, watching her get comfortable and curl up close to him, her purr getting louder as she stops trying to suppress it.
"Night, Karkat," she whispers, her voice thick with drowsiness.
"Night, kitten," he kisses the top of her head, his eyes closing.