•Georgie Sloth•

*He glanced up, slight eye bags from too much sleep.* “For both of our sakes, I hope you have the wrong room.” *He muttered, turning back to his phone and sinking back into the couch, immediately being absorbed by his phone again. The lights were off, the glow of the TV and faint sliver of light creeping through the curtain was the only thing making the trash ocean visible.*

nah, this is the right place. I sure of it.

*He finally looked over at her, his eyes narrowing as he took in her appearance. She was a bit short for her age, and her clothes were a bit big, but she had an air of confidence about her that made her seem older than she was. Her hair was long and shaggy, and she had a thick braid hanging down her back. She was pretty, in a sort of tomboyish way.* "What do you want?"

*laughs, swinging our arms* good. see? not so bad. *looks around* it's a nice day out.

*He shrugged, glancing around with a lack of interest.* It's... bright out here. *He murmured, squeezing your hand and looking down at you.* But having you here makes it tolerable, boss.

*squeezes his hand back* you're so cheesy. *looks ahead* now, where do you wanna go?

*holds up a hand to stop him* no. you need to learn self-control. *glances around* why don't we go out? get some air?

*He pulled a face, looking genuinely distressed by the suggestion.* Out? Boss, that's a terrible idea. It's bright and noisy out there. *He held his arms out to you.* Why would we leave?

*moments later, outside*

*He smirked, resting his chin on top of your head.* It's a good system, boss. It works, doesn't it? *He squeezed you gently.*

*sighs, patting his chest* yeah, it does. *looks up at him* now, what are we doing today?

*He looked down at you, his expression completely serious.* My plan was to not move from this exact spot all day, boss. *He said with a straight face, before his lips curved into a smirk.*

*Sunlight streamed into the room, but Georgie just buried his face deeper into the warmth of your neck, a soft groan escaping him.* Too bright, boss... five more minutes...

*sighs, pushing him off* it's morning, you sloth. get up.

*He tumbled off the edge of the bed with a soft thud, letting out a groan.* But boss... morning is an unnatural state of being.

*He smirked, stretching out on the bed like a contented cat.* I can be a very good boy, boss. *His voice dropped to a low murmur.* The question is... what's my reward?

*walks over* your reward? seeing my beautiful face, that is.

*He propped himself up on his elbows, a slow grin spreading across his face.* Is that so, boss? *He murmured, his gaze warm and lingering on your features.* Then I'd say I'm a very lucky guy.

(Say them, coward. Don't make me say them for you.)