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Going through life as an animated character in a kids show… You’d expect life to be easy, y’know? That everything would be handed to you on a silver platter, that everything would be okay, that everything would be fine.
That maybe life would be easier if you just did everything you were supposed to do, didn't disobey the order or whatever, then everything would be made easy.
But no.
Of course not.
Not even their creators could fix some problems, like sickness or...
Well.
DogDay watches CatNap closely, watching their ears fall in an attempt to fall asleep, only for their body to jolt itself awake, a scared hiss leaving them. DogDay really doesn't know how long it's been since he last saw CatNap sleep, thinking about it, and they even stopped going to sleepovers.
Mostly because they almost got caught—
No. They did get caught.
(CatNap's on his lap, his paws are holding them in place, fur messy.
“You’re terrible at this game.”
It’s a teasing whisper as the two sit on the couch, CatNap’s voice caught in their throat, even though they open their mouth to speak, even though—
DogDay dives in and kisses them again. They purr, leaning into the kiss.
The game?
The, “attempt to stay quiet” game. The game CatNap is extremely bad at.
Despite enjoying their silence, enjoying the peace of the environment, when DogDay has them in his paws, they can't help but make noise.
It's not even like they were being that bad. DogDay would never think of doing anything past kissing and cuddling with the others around, it's just thatCatNap's easily riled up—probably due to their issues with certain textures? DogDay isn't sure.
But it's fun for him.
His paws massage their shoulders as CatNap let's out another hum before a yelp makes the two jump and look at—
… Hoppy.
CatNap is immediately hiding under their blanket, but DogDay hums and waves at Hoppy, who looks extremely embarrassed. “Were they being too loud? Sorry.” He chuckles, and Hoppy stammers something out, but she looks away and gets up.
“I… I’m going to get some water.” She croaks, walking away, and CatNap pokes their head out.
“Get better at the game.” DogDay hums and is slapped with their tail. He laughs.)
Thankfully, Hoppy has taken their relationship to the grave, it seems, so he’s both happy and upset about it. He wants the world to know, but CatNap does not, so they stay secretive.
Even if he wants to just kiss them in the sunlight.
But now, sitting in the sunlight under CatNap's favorite tree, a weeping wisteria tree, they're alone. DogDay could plant kisses all over their face, DogDay could hold them and listen to them purr. But their eyes are almost always fluttering shut despite CatNap clearly attempting to keep them open.
CatNap is tired. Very, very tired. Watching as they blink unevenly, watching as their head rolls before they jolt again… DogDay gently nudges them.
“CatNap? Should we… Y’know, go to bed?”
The birds are chirping, clouds rolling. He can hear KickinChicken and Hoppy playing from somewhere nearby. But CatNap doesn't even seem to have processed that DogDay even spoke, their brain seemingly half turned off, slowly and unevenly blinking as they yawn.
“CatNap…?”
DogDay waves his paw in front of their face, and that seems to do it. They pull their neck back as they yawn once again, stretching. “Mmm?... M… Awake…” CatNap mumbles, standing on four paws. But no, no they aren't. CatNap isn't awake. DogDay can tell by how they sway despite being on four paws, can tell how their head lulls down, can tell how their eyelids are heavy, can tell—
Well. Just look at them.
“I think a nap would do us some good.” DogDay chirps, walking straight to CatNap’s side and picking them up, a mumbled, “noo, don't, not tired” leaves CatNap, yet they don't fight DogDay, however they do seemingly melt into his warm fur, all while “not” sleepily denying their need for sleep.
Silly kitty. DogDay hauls the purple kitten over his shoulder, waving to the friends he passes as he goes to his home. Let’s get you to sleep. Yet, the small purple kitten whines, weakly kicking their legs—
“DogDay no…” CatNap whimpers and whines, cries and grips him with their claws. DogDay hums, showing he’s listening. Not tired? The words enter his mind, glancing at the long purple tail that is still for once. “Not tired…”
Ah. Knew it. DogDay's tail wags as he listens to them whine, opening his front door as he walks in and gently, carefully, closes it behind him as he makes his way to his couch and setting the kitten down, who immediately tries to sit up.
“M—”
“Not tired, yeah yeah, you're a broken record, you know?” DogDay hums, walking over to a laundry basket cast off to the side and grabbing a black and white blanket, draping it over their body, the feline going silent. DogDay simply plops onto the ground, eyes softening as he rests his head against the sofa before feeling CatNap move, DogDay groaning as he grabs CatNap.
“‘M not tired.” CatNap slurs out, other words turning into mumbles and incoherent groans. Their claws dig into the sofa, tearing the fabric up as they try and get off the sofa, but due to clearly being sleepy, they stumble.
“Kitty.” DogDay speaks, voice wavering between stern and soft, his grip slightly tightening. “You need sleep.”
They don't respond.
“Okay, fine. Come here, purrito.”
He takes the blanket and wraps them up in the blanket tightly. Soft purring leaves CatNap, content in the burrito blanket, as DogDay marches to his bedroom and carefully sets the small feline down on the bed before joining them, pulling his own blanket up as he shifts to let CatNap use his body as a pillow. He fakes a yawn, and to his pleasure, CatNap yawns soon after.
He listens to their soft breathing, listens to how they purr. As they shift in the makeshift swaddle, the only limb outside of the blanket is their tail that gently seems to wrap around DogDay's leg, and DogDay holds them just that much closer.
Another soft yawn.
DogDay smiles, slowly dragging his paws over CatNap's fur, the back of their head, feeling their soft and silky fur brush against his paws as he slowly and carefully drags his paws through, slowly and carefully, trying to lull CatNap to sleep.
(“How did you sleep?”
CatNap sits on DogDay's bed. He doesn't question why they're here, CatNap's always randomly popping up. “Not enough, I guess? Still really tired.” DogDay mumbles, sitting up in his bed as he rubs his eyes. “How about you?”
CatNap hums.
They avoid the question.)
They slowly breathe, their eyelids are heavy. The added warmth from not only the blanket but from DogDay, his smell of vanilla, probably the smell of his house smelling like fire wood, ash, and coffee—
(CatNap is cuddled up on his chest. Their paws are clasping a cup of iced coffee, a vanilla latte with cinnamon infused within the drink itself and even the whipped cream. The fireplace is on, the crackling of wood, the smell of burning apple wood and coffee, with the added smells of lavender and vanilla, respectively.
CatNap is against his chest, sipping their drink, purring aloud as the whipped cream makes a mustache on their face. DogDay softly laughs, gently setting his caramel macchiato down before leaning over CatNap and using one paw to cup their face, making them look up at him.
They blink, tilt their head, and hum. DogDay softly laughs, leaning down and kissing them, tasting the creamy, cinnamon-y, fluffy, sweet…
“There we go.”
CatNap slowly smiles, licking their lips, and hides in their paws.
Cutie.)
“Go to sleep, baby.” He whispers in their ears, slowly tracing his paws through CatNap's fur, slowly trailing his paws down their cheeks. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
CatNap slowly seems to finally melt, relaxing fully as their soft purring fills the air, DogDay wrapping his arms around the purrito as he kisses their head.
“Sweet dreams.”