Bfdi road trip⚡️

Four: Z, we're going to have a talk about this. But first, we need to get π to bed. He's way too drunk to even stand up.

Z:im not gonna be here for the talk im going to bed:> *i start saying gibberish*

Four: oh for the love of- Z, get back here! We need to talk about this!

Blocky: you should really stop doing that.

Chalk: oh blood'y hell

Coin: why do you keep saying blood? Are you a vampire?

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*Snowball's expression softens as he watches Bow finally drift off to sleep. He carefully adjusts his position, making sure the blanket covers them both properly before his gaze drifts to the TV screen. The movie plays on, but he's barely watching, his mind wandering to everything that's happened today. He hasn't had someone depend on him like this in... he can't even remember. His hand continues its gentle rhythm through Bow's hair, automatic now. On the screen, two characters argue in hushed tones about something that seems very important to them, but Snowball's focus remains on the steady rise and fall of Bow's breathing against his chest. After a while, his own eyelids grow heavy. The day's exhaustion finally catching up with him. He lets his head tilt back against the headboard, eyes closing just for a moment...**Hours pass in the quiet hotel room. The TV has long since turned to static, the screen now dark. Snowball stirs slightly, disoriented for a moment before remembering where he is. Bow is still curled against his chest, breathing softly. Moonlight filters through the gap in the curtains, casting pale shadows across the room. Snowball shifts carefully, trying not to wake the kid, but Bow just nuzzles deeper into his chest with a