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“You gotta see this! It’s so funny, I swear-”
Mammon throws your door open as he usually does, excited eyes searching for you. He stills when he finds you asleep on your study desk. You looked exhausted, cheek smushed against notes and worksheets on the table as you slept.
"Huh, mus'be really tired to sleep like this," Mammon thinks, nearing your slumbering form on silent feet. Unnecessary, for if his rowdy entrance hadn't woken you, little else would. Guess the meme would have to wait.
Mammon stuff his phone in his back pocket and reaches out hesitantly to trace your head with care. He didn't want to wake you, but he'd rarely seen you forgoing your bed for sleep. Walking in on you sleeping like this felt strangely intimate, as if you were making him privy to a vulnerable side of yourself.
A smile pulls at his lips. He slowly pulls your chair back, attentively watching you to make sure you don’t stir, and slithers a hand under your knees and hoists you up. You stir in his arms, and he freezes, blood rushing to his face in fear. You snort in your slumber, nose burying in his chest as you grow still again. Mammon breathes in relief. He resumes inching towards your bed and gently lays you on it.
"Can't believe ya studied yourself to sleep," Mammon whispers, pulling the sheets over you. "Sleep well, ya nuisance."