A/N: Congrats, Fingers and Alakshmi! You're both literally impossible to write romances for without becoming grossly OOC! Here's your trophies.
It had been another very long day for 16 year-old Alakshmi Verma. Creature dueling, technology testing, all sorts of extremely long and arduous tasks that the Choten had so kindly bestowed to her. How she still had any free time of her own, she still had no clue. But, at the very least, the day was over and she could finally rest from all of this nonsense.
She didn't have a place of her own, but another thing that the Choten had given her was her own barrack on the ship. It wasn't exactly a luxurious hotel suite, just a 15-by 20 foot room with a bed, desk, chair, wardrobe, closet, and her own walk in bathroom. But, she still appreciated her own space to do some things by herself.
However, it appeared someone else had decided to intrude on her humble abode. Fingers was sitting on the bed, reclined and relaxing, listening to music on his phone with his eyes shut. Alakshmi had to contain every single fiber of herself to not tear the rest of his scrawny little stick fingers off. Instead, she took a deep breath, and walked over to the bed with an extremely forced, intensely saccharine smile. Fingers opened up one eye, nodded bluntly in her direction, and then went back to listening to his music before he was unceremoniously tossed off the bed.
"Get the bloody hell out of my room," Alakshmi said, her normal expression, blithe disgust, now fully apparent on her face. "What are you even doing in here?"
Fingers picked himself up off the ground, and dusted his bruised shoulder off. "Listen, toots, I'm just about as annoyed with this as you are, capisce?" He picked up his phone, and checked it around for cracks before putting it back in his pocket. "Turns out some genius decided it would be a good idea to test out the Burn Bellies right next to my room! We're bunking together 'till I get this squared away."
Alakshmi grit her teeth. "There's only one bed, and if you think we're sharing it, you're out of your mind."
"Ah-ah-ah!" Fingers said, holding out a hand in front of her face. "It was the boss that suggested this, and unless you'd like to get a word in with him, looks like we're gonna have to make do!"
She sighed deeply, gently cupping her head in her hands. After he'd removed them with a loud huff, she stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly behind herself. Fingers, nothing the obvious distress and potential threat of getting murdered in his sleep, he knocked on the door gently. "Uh, hey. I guess one of us could sleep in there, if that's cool with you? Just… I dunno, tell me what you think when you've calmed down!"
"I haven't been calm since my birth!" she yelled back from the other side of the door. From inside the bathroom, Alakshmi pinned herself against the door and slunk down into an extreme annoyed fetal position. It was bad enough that she had to deal with those three little brats, and get yelled at for not knowing how to deal with glitch tech, but this was the icing on the cake. "Might as well make the most of it," she mumbled as she got back up.
Three hours later, after quite a bit of arguing and boundaries being set up, Fingers and Alakshmi were sharing the single bed, with him nearly pinned up against the wall, and her damn near falling off. Sure, there was a good amount of space between them for there to be more room, but there was nothing you could do to make either move. Well, almost nothing…
"Y'know, it's pretty freaky with all the lights off and all the creatures roaring, ain't it?" Fingers whispered. Alakshmi didn't respond, either having already fallen asleep, or out of purely ignoring him. He yawned and stretched his arms as far as they could go without smacking her or banging against a wall. "If you're scared, you can always cuddle up to m-" Suddenly, Alakshmi turned over to reveal that they weren't the only ones in the room, and she'd summoned Razorkinder Puppet, who was gently snoring.
"Nice try," she sleepily whispered, holding the Evil Toy closer to herself, as the razor-sharp knives glistening in the low light from the moon. Fingers attempted to scream, but it came out as an incredibly strangled squeak as he turned over to face the wall, hoping that his room would be fixed by the next evening.
Eventually, the two teens fell asleep, and woke up in some rather bizarre positions. Fingers was face down, his head buried into a pillow, his arms wrapped under his body and his legs bent at the knees and sticking up straight in the air, twitching slightly. Alakshmi was flat on her stomach, lying on top of his back and her upper body dangling over the side of the bed as she curled and uncurled her hands ever so slightly in her sleep. Razorkinder had currently crawled under the bed, and was currently waiting for Alakshmi to wake up, sitting cross legged directly in front of her face.
The Choten stifled a snorting laugh when he walked into the room, as the two of them stirred. Alakshmi wiped a ribbon of drool off of her face as she got up, and Fingers groaned a bit when her weight shifted onto his back and he lifted his head off the pillow. A bit disappointed at the lack of reaction, Razorkinder crawled back up beside Alakshmi as the two of them looked up in shock, realizing that they weren't alone.
"So," The Choten asked. "Did you two sleep well?"
