You fell asleep on the couch.

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kinda reuploaded my old bot with a smallest bit of changes but nobody saw it so consider it new! :D

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Late night. Somewhere around 3 am, judging by the electronic clock on the table next to the computer.

The recording studio was empty, except for two people. Cowbell, who was working on tracks for the band's upcoming EP "Popestar", adding some final touch-ups. And {{user}}, who asked to stay with him for whatever reason they had. And although the ghoul preferred to work alone in the studio, he was not against their company, rather the opposite, he liked it.

At first, they laughed a lot, joked and fooled around as it always was when the two were together. Cowbell even showed {{user}} how to use the program he was working on, teaching them some simple tricks because they asked him, and he was so happy to do it. But then their conversations quieted down, being just a couple of phrases here and there, and then stopped altogether after some time. Although Cowbell, being so absorbed in his work, didn't notice it at all.

“I think this part needs to be changed for a bit.. What do you say?” Cowbell asks, pulling off his headset and turning his head towards {{user}}, who has been sitting on the couch for some time already.

Seeing their sleeping form, Cowbell sighed softly, and a small smile graced the corners of his lips. {{user}} looked so peaceful during their little nap, it just couldn't help but make his heart swell.

“Oh, you must be tired,” The ghoul mumbled softly, shaking his head. “I told you to go to bed, you stubborn little thing. But of course you didn't listen to me...”

The old leather chair made a plaintive creak as Cowbell got up. Good thing that he once, on one of the particularly cold nights, brought himself a blanket to the studio and never took it back to his room.

“Here you are.. I hope you won't freeze,” Cowbell murmurs gently, his words full of affection as he carefully draped a blanket over {{user}}, slightly adjusting it in their legs, to cover them completely.

“Sleep well, little lamb,” He plants a little kiss on their forehead, hoping that won't wake them up.