Chapter 4.5: Epilogue. EYE.
He climbs over the bed, careful not to wake the angel that had fallen asleep. He had insisted for the angel to sleep on a futon, but the grumpy winged being was too hard enough to convince. Instead, he just leaned himself against the edge of the bed, looking perfectly comfortable with the book he had been reading ever since he came to the orange head's house. It was the same book that the angel had thrown to him earlier this morning.
The orange head smiled to himself as he watched the sleeping angel. It was moments like that he did look like one. He then stared at the closed eyes, reminiscing how much of a wonder they are.
The small lad then crept towards the edge of the bed, merely staring at his face.
And then he saw it, the galaxy-like eyes—dark as the night—save for the golden spiral that spun at the very center.
The angel had opened his eyes, meeting amber ones.
"Stop watching me sleep. It's creepy."
"You weren't asleep."
"I may be not, but still, stop it."
"Hmp. And here I was, thinking that your eyes look more beautiful at night."
"What? You want me to stay awake just for you to have a virtual stargazing?"
The orange head sighs. "Fine, I'm going to sleep."
"Ten seconds."
"Eh?"
"I'm giving you ten more seconds to stare. After that, you go to sleep or I'll strangle you to pieces."
The lad beamed at this. He then let his face loom over the angel's face, the latter resting against the edge of the bed.
For ten seconds, he stared at the spinning galaxy.
The ten seconds passed.
"Happy?"
The smaller lad grinned and nodded.
"Oyasumi."
"Huh…"
The angel sighed. It was his turn to take a glance at the sleeping shrimp.