Fuuta pulls the covers over Lambo's tiny shoulder and finishes tucking him and I-Pin in before quietly backing out the guest room, holding their breath as they shut the door behind them.
They pause, straining their ears to check for any movement on the other side of the door.
Snoring.
Praise God.
They tip toe over to their room, falling onto the bed so hard they make Fran (who's already offered himself to death but settled for getting pulled into sleep) bounce on the mattress.
"Ah hmm muu..." he voice calls out to Fuuta from the other side in a language the waking world doesn't understand.
"Yeah, they're finally asleep." Fuuta says, making a guess at what Fran's trying to say. They bury their face in the crook of his neck, chest pressed against his shoulder blade. "The rest of the Geek Squad needs to hurry with fixing the bazooka; we need to send those two back."
