Blurfedy blurf blurf. Stupid ff and it's log-in issue things. ANNOYING D:

First class, Brain quickly discovered, was the only way to travel. The Titanic boasted a dining saloon, a reception room, a restaurant, lounge, reading and writing room, a smoking room and veranda cafes, a pool, a gym and a squash court... And several Turkish and electric baths. He'd strolled through all excepting the gym and squash court. Anything called "squash" was well-avoided, in his opinion.

He'd made rounds through the lounge, making nice with the wealthy and uppercrust, exaggerating his own accomplishments where necessary, all the while mapping out the layout in his head to be written down upon returning to his rooms. He found himself paying high attention to so many things that he was exhausted by the end of the day and they'd only gone from Southampton to Cherbourg (after a thirty-minute delay thanks to the SS New York).

But, still, he diligently mapped out what he'd been able to see of the ship thus far, including the brief tour he and Pinky had taken earlier, before dousing the light and turning in. Even his quarters were luxurious - a private suite. Excellent. It provided him just the privacy he needed, as well as a blessed relief from his cagemate.

An hour later, the blessed relief had turned into sheer frustration. He'd wriggled beneath the pillow, beneath the blankets without the pillow entirely, curled up on the pillow with the blanket as well as without. With a quiet growl, he kicked the bedsheets off himself once again and sat up, folding his arms over his chest and pouting. He couldn't get comfortable. It had to be the unfamiliar surroundings. He refused to entertain the thought that it could be possible be the lack of Pinky that was disrupting his sleep.

Though... perhaps it would behoove him to pay a visit to his wayward sidekick. If only to see if he'd actually learned something since the ship had taken off and the classes separated to their proper levels. At the very least, Pinky would probably be distressed. Heaven only knew what disruption he may cause while distressed. It was clearly to The Brain's advantage to go and see Pinky just to make sure he wasn't drawing any undue attention to himself, of course.

Decision made, Brain leapt from the bed and ran to the end of the bed to locate the room assignment papers. He threw on his hat and his suitjacket, not bother with the rest for now. The barest essentials would be needed for a visit to the Lower Deck. Room number memorized, Brain leapt from the bed and started on his way.

-8-8-

Pinky had been relieved to find that he did not have to sleep alone after all. He shared his room with three other rather pleasant people, although each had their own bed. A German fellow, a friendly Italian, Fabreeze he believed his name was, and a rather handsome America named Jake. He bunked with him, and the two hit it off right away when they discovered their shared affinity in drawing and painting, although Pinky had to admit Jake was much more skilled than he. Jake was so nice about it though! He just said all Pinky needed to do was practice and he'd be a legend in no time!

During the waking hours he'd been quite jolly. Getting to know his roommates, learning new card games, exploring the ship, and such had all been fun-fun silly-willy. And the broth they'd been served for dinner was absolutely divine! Though afterwards Jake told him it had just been dirty dishwater that he accidentally drank, it was still the finest dishwater he'd ever had the pleasure of consuming!

Then night arrived, rocking the passengers aboard the Titanic to sleep. It was when the wind and the waves clamored for attention by making the steel structure groan restlessly that Pinky tossed and turned on the expansive pillow, all too aware of the emptiness beside him.

"Pinky!" Brain hissed, a slip away from tumbling entirely off the bed. Why his associate had selected the top bunk when he was a mouse was beyond him, just as his own decision to climb up there was. It was clearly the lack of sleep. It was affecting him negatively.

Pinky's ears twitched at the familiar voice as his whole body shot upright. "Brain!" He exclaimed in a hushed voice, considerate of his slumbering companions. "Brain, is that you?" Poking his head over the edge of the bunk bed, he beamed as he took sight of his friend scaling the frame. He reached out a paw to help him out.

"Clearly." Brain considered for a moment before hesitantly removing one hand from the simple teak panelling to grasp Pinky's. He saved his complaints for when he'd been dragged up and was able to sit upon the pillow. Then he began brushing himself off, scowling irritably. "What on earth are you doing all the way up here?"

Clasping his paws together and swaying, Pinky had to hold himself back from enveloping The Brain in a tight hug. He'd wait for him to finish dusting himself off first. "Jake wanted the bottom bunk, and I don't mind being up here! Narf! And it means I'm closer to you!" He pointed at the ceiling, awfully close, but being mice it presented no real issue. Pinky lowered his hand. "Aren't you supposed to be up there, Brain? Didn't you say we'd be turpentined if the classes mangled?"

The idea that sleeping on the top bunk had brought them closer together was charming in its simplistic honesty. Brain stopped brushing himself off to slant a look at his associate and decided to avoid addressing the statement lest he get needlessly emotional. "It's quarantined, Pinky. And, yes, I should be up there but I decided to... see how you were faring. As long as you tell no one that I was here, we'll be fine."

"Your secret's safe with me, Brain! Troz!" Pinky made the 'zipping' motion across his lips and crossed his heart for good measure. Plopping back down on his pillow, he pat the space next to him for Brain to join him. "How was the rest of your day, Brain?"

The shorter mouse followed, removing his jacket and folding it carefully. Now that he was there, he decided, the trek back to his own rooms would be almost frivolous. "It was very educational, Pinky. I have yet to make any specific measurements, but that can wait for after sketching out a full layout of the ship. And, at this rate, I'll have the first class accommodations finished by tomorrow night." He peered up at Pinky, removing his hat. "And just what have you occupied yourself with?"

Grabbing onto his feet, Pinky rocked back and forth, both actively and as a result of the rolling ocean. "Egad, Brain, brilliant!" He declared quietly, still conscious of the others resting. "Oh, I did lots of fun-fun silly-willy things! I made lots of new friends and got to run around the ship! And then, after dinner, there was dancing and music! It was super!" He threw his arms out wide, then flopped backwards so he was splayed out on the pillow. Propping himself on his elbows, he scrunched his face up as he thought of something else. "And I tried this strange drink. But it tasted funny and made my throat burn, I don't think I like that drink, Brain. The food was very nice though. Poit." Satisfied with his retelling of his day, and realizing how tired he was now that Brain was here with him, he laid back down and rolled over to face him.

Brain settled himself beside his friend, considering. Pinky had certainly not learned anything of value, but that wasn't any sort of surprise. "The next time you're offered a drink like that, Pinky, you are to say no. You're not nearly old enough for its consumption." Besides, he highly doubted that the world would ever be prepared for a drunken Pinky. "Now go to sleep. We must both be up early if I'm to leave here unseen."

Pinky nodded sleepily. He hadn't liked it much anyway. Snuggling up to Brain, he closed his eyes and yawned. "Okay. Goodnight, Brain."

Brain didn't push him away, eyes closing more of their own accord. Odd that Pinky's third class pillow was more comfortable than his first class one. He reached up a hand to pat his head, ended up leaving it. "Goodnight, Pinky."

:D CUTE.

And, well, it's shown in the series more than once that when they do sleep, they're generally right next to one another

Also. A drunk Pinky? Why not a drunk... Brain? FORESHADOWING

lol, not really XD

Maybe

You'll see