Fliers and Felines

"Are you planning on just dragging yourself through the night on sugar?" Yun twisted around to glare at Danny. "That is not going to help. You're just going to make stupid mistakes and damage your health." If Danny didn't want Yun to go into healer mode, he shouldn't have got him into the mindset with all that plotting and organization stuff.

"Or are you planning on bribing people to vote for you with candy? That would be much more effective."

Yun nodded approvingly and settled back into Danny's lap, only to lean forward to peer at the image. "Sure you aren't going for a dictatorship?" he asked drily. "Even if your currency is edible."

"Well, I guess it is memorable. Most of the people here don't strike me as clued-in enough to be able to tell if you WERE going for a dictatorship anyway." He swished his tail a bit and shifted his hips, trying to get more comfortable.

"I'll say whatever I want about them." Yun huffed and resettled his paws on Danny's thighs. "They say plenty about me, usually while they trip over me because they can't be bothered to look where they're going."

Or while he got stuck waiting for someone to open one of the doors that didn't magically open whenever someone wanted them. Doorknobs were NOT user-friendly.

Friend?

Yun found a comfortable position, kind of splayed across Danny's thighs with his back against his abdomen, and pondered that while he yawned again. Perhaps they were friends, by technical definitions. They spent time together that was at least not particularly stressful, and talked about random things.

Huh. Weird. He could think about that more when he woke up, though. Right now he was just going to sleep here, mostly because he COULD and there wasn't anything Danny could do about it.