He stops his futile attempt at falling asleep and sits up once more, fixing his quizzical gaze on Nao. “Well, I don’t w-want you to sleep here either! It isn’t very, um, comfortable,” he admits with a sheepish, embarrassed grin.
The next sentence is out before he can properly think it over: “We could j-just share the bed.” Once that thought turns verbal, Techie feels a hot blush bloom from head to toe. How could he SAY that?! Stupid, stupid! You moron, absolute moron!!
His bad habit of blurting things out was something he’d never quite been able to train himself out of.
“Okay, share the bed. Get up, go on.” Her answer is calm, with a lack of anger but she folds her arms and waits for him to make the first move.
‘WHAT the-Share the BED?!? What the HELL are you doing Naomi and WHY are you letting it happen?!’ Internally, she screams at herself. Sharing the bed felt like such an idiotic idea not to mention an embarrassing one but… she hadn’t been close to anyone in years and she wasn’t prepared to make Techie sleep on the floor. Nor was she prepared to forsake the offer of a bed. Sharing was the most logical and she took it but internally she was freaking out probably as much as Techie was.
Techie stands up from his odd half-crouch on the ground and shuffles over to Nao with wide eyes before delicately laying himself over the very edge of the bed. He’s rigid like a plank, not even pulling the covers over himself.
“G-Goodnight, Nao,” he says through gritted teeth. Awkward. Veeery fucking awkward. There will be no sleep for Techie, but hopefully she will be able to catch some shut-eye.
She walked over to the bed and climbed over Techie daintily, before settling on the other side of the bed. She pulled back the covers and slid underneath them before pulling them over her shoulders.
The foreign feel of the bed combined with the presence of the blanket brought back blurry, subtle memories which she shoved back down as soon as she felt them. The bed wasn’t THAT comfortable she told herself bitterly fully knowing that to her, it was. She unintentionally stared angrily at Techie.
“Why are y-you, um, l-looking at me like that?” Techie whispered, spooked. Her glare made goosebumps break out all over his skin. He shifted onto his side to try and check if Nao really was giving him the stink eye. His peripheral vision told no lies; Nao looked mad.
Techie bit back a yelp and forced himself to stay still instead of throwing himself backwards off the bed. A knife? Was she going to stab him?! His heart pounded, hard, and he screwed his eyes shut.
TechieHux 