"I could sing you Safe and Sound? It’s the first song I just thought out. I could hum it out too, do you know it? Maybe we’ll hum each other to sleep even, that would be kinda funny I think. We’ll both be humming and then one just drops out and then hey, surprise, sleep. I feel like I’m going to talk myself into sleep, geez." Michael stopped himself from rambling and squeezed her hand lightly back. "You’ve already got a lead on the singing, look at you go." he said, laughing lightly at her being a little musical. "You can invite yourself over anytime really, it’s not like I have a busy schedule. It is nice though, very true, it’s a good thing you were taught manners from your family. And the cuddles are so delightful." he ended, the last part in a tired sing song voice to keep the song going for a little bit. He smiled, thinking he was oh so clever from making the song a little less Christmas-y and putting in cuddles instead. "Well I mean if Jack Jack or Nemo ever fell on me, I’d let them lay on me like a pillow too, but I would probably push them off the bed instead of letting them pull me off. Depends on Nemo really, just how he’s being at the moment. But otherwise, you’ve got the special order of Silver pillowyness." he said, rubbing his thumb on her hand. "I’ll be your knight in shining colors for you, don’t worry. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you on that boat as long as I can help it, QC honor for the silly sleepy Queen." He smiled sleepily and mumbled, "It really is an honor."
"I think so… Even if I don’t I’ll just keep the beat for you by tapping on your hand. And hey, if you talk yourself tan I guess we probably talk me to sleep, so I mean I guess we could go on in that direction." She smiled as her hand was squeezed gently in his. "I’m just a dedicated caroler I guess. People need to step up their game if they wanna be on my level." Mary joked, slowly shaking her head. "But what if I do that and you’re not here? What if you’re out with friends, or on a date with a pretty girl, or on a boat? What will I do then?" A yawn slipped out before she could speak once again. "Yeah, momma wants me to be a lady. I don’t think I need to be a lady, not quite yet. Not until I’m eighteen, I think. But momma thinks differently sometimes. You know what they say… Mother knows best." She mumbled, slightly dozing off. "Well I’m glad you like my cuddles, because I… Oh yeah, I like your cuddles too. They’re very nice. And it’s nice to know that you wouldn’t push me off the bed. At least I hope. I mean, I like being up here, it’s comfy and warm. I like being comfy and warm. Yaaaay, I feel so special. I like having my Silver pillow. It’s a nice pillow…" Her eyes fluttered shut and she listened the best she could. "My knight in shining colours… Yeah, I like that, Mr. Puffy Head. I really do have a knight, wow. I feel so important. I’m glad I have your honour, my QC." She whispered, feeling herself let go. At this point, she had passed out, and was asleep.
Michael closed his eyes, listening to her go on about sleep. He was listening to her, but the words weren’t really sticking in his mind at the moment. But she said she didn’t want to leave him all by himself while she slept and he didn’t, so he slightly jerked himself awake and paid attention to what she was saying. “I’d fall asleep right after I noticed you were asleep, probably.” he said, blinking his eyes a lot to wake him up a little. “But yeah, I’d talk and you’d fall asleep while I’d be rambling on about something. Kiiind of how I was when you were talking. Oops?” he admitted, letting out a small laugh. “I don’t think you’d want to hear me sing right now, really. My voice is full of sleep and I don’t think I could remember any song lyrics. And if you don’t want the talking then you don’t get the singing, silly.” he said playfully. “Well it’s fine by me if you stay the night, of course. You’re keeping me pretty warm too, y’know. I could scoot so you’re not so close to the edge? If you feel yourself falling off, just pull me with so you can use me as pillow. But.. But don’t do that if you don’t have to, okay?” he tried not to laugh again at the thought of them just tumbling down on the floor together at some odd hour of the morning. “Maybe you could teach a pig on a boat to float.” he suggested, smiling at how much nothing was making sense now. “If you really do fall overboard, I’ll jump in after you, so you’ll be okay. “he rubbed her sides and stomach, meaning it in a reassuring way. “I might explain the snoring fish to you later, if you remember it, you silly, sleepy Queen. I’m so honored to be the first ever QC. We could even secretly call it the Queen Cuddler?”
"Yeah, I know you probably, would b-but—" a yawn interrupted her, mid-sentence. Not even bothering to pick it back up again, she listened to him as he spoke to her. "Eh, I don’t blame you. I’ll probably do the same very soon." She said, taking his hand in hers. "Then don’t sing to me… Just, uh, hum? Maybe? I feel like if you were to hum it’d put us both to sleep really fast. Maybe you should do that. I’d hum with yooooouuuuu." She sang, squeezing his hand lightly, as her body was weak. "Well thank you for the invitation. I’m glad I didn’t have to invite myself because that’s rude, and I don’t roll like that. Invitation and invitation only, that’s what my momma taught me. My momma and my abuelita." Mary mumbled, not really sure if she was talking to herself or her friend. "Well I’m glad we’re keeping each other warm. I’d hate to be really cold, especially on a night like this with the weather we’re having. Ohhh, the weather outside is frightful." She began, then laughing at herself as she realized she was singing a Christmas song. "Just kidding, it’s not Christmas time." She slowly shook her head. "I’ll be sure to only do it if need be. But it’s nice to know you volunteer to be my pillow if we fall off this bed. I don’t know if I have other friends like that. Do you have other friends like that? Friends you’d volunteer to be a pillow for? Because I’d feel a little less special if you said you did." She rambled, mostly to herself. "If I’m going to be honest, boats kinda scare me a little bit." Mary admitted, not realizing what she was admitting. "You’ll be my knight in shining armour. Or maybe my knight in shining jeans. Depends on what you’re wearing. It’s nice and reassuring to know that you would really go to all that for me." She turned her head slowly, placing a small kiss to his temple. "Ooooh, that’s smart! I didn’t even think of that!" She muttered, another yawn slipping out. "Silly, sleepy Queen? Thaaaaat’s meeeee."
"Go to sleep then." Michael said, yawning again. He hoped that his first yawn wouldn’t start a yawn chain between them now. Thinking of the word, he had to yawn again before he continued. "I could talk you to sleep, if you want to stay here and sleep at least. It’s past midnight, you really wanna try and make that trip over?" He moved his arms slightly around, like a little reminder. "I’m not gunna let you go." he said, smiling. "Well whenever you remember it, you should definitely come and tell me. I’m really curious about it now. Did it have anything to do with a hula hoop? A blanket? What about a pig?" he laughed at himself trying to guess what her joke was about. It could be about a shark wearing flip flops for all he knew, and that sounded like a pretty funny joke. "Maybe you could be a teacher who teachers about sailing or about the ocean? Or you could be a teacher on a boat, teaching about sailing or the ocean? You could find a way to mix them together I’m sure." He hummed a little bit, thinking of things. Now he was getting pretty curious about the jobs that have both of them, but he couldn’t think of any others to share. "I’m only about two years older, do you really thinking I’m acting that dadish enough? I guess I’ll stop worrying, just let you go overboard and swim with some fish then. They snore, I have first hand knowledge of this." Mary most likely wouldn’t get the snoring fish part, because it was something he and Nemo had said when Michael worried about Nemo too much. It was still funny to him, so he laughed but tried not to. "People to carry around the Queen? Nah, I don’t think there’s a name for them because I don’t think there was anyone to have that job. You should make up a name for it." he suggested. "I could get to be the first ever of what you’re going to call it."
"Mmm, but that wouldn’t be fair to you if I fell asleep first… Leaving you all by yourself, even if you’re pretty tired. I guess for it to be fair, we’d have to fall asleep at the same time. But that seems improbable, you know? Talk me to sleep? Is that where you talk a lot and I go to sleep? Because as nice as that sounds, it doesn’t seem really fair. I like the sound of your voice Morph, it’s nice. If you wanted to sing to me while I’m really close to being asleep, I wouldn’t mind that either." Mary suggested, a small smile on her face. "Nooo, I really don’t. I don’t even wanna get up, much less walk back to my dorm. Am I allowed to even stay the night? I’ve never really cared about something like that because I’ve never really had to wonder about it, but— eh, who really cares. I’m to tired to care. Plus your clothes are comfy and your blanket it warm and I’m getting cuddles. Good, don’t let me go. I’m kinda close to the edge, and it’d be a shame if I fell off the bed. I’d wake up and then I’d probably cry. Well, maybe not. Who knows?" At this point, she was rambling on and on and didn’t know when to stop. "I think it had something to do with a pig? Maybe it was a boat since we’re talking about boats?" She mumbled, her eyes closed. "Maybe I could teach a boat to float!" She said, one hundred percent serious. When Mary was tired, she often started talking nonsense, and she didn’t know how to stop doing that. "Eh, I don’t know. Noooo, I can’t swim very well! I’d drooown. Do you want me to drown? Wait, what?" She didn’t get if he was joking, or if he was actually serious. With Mary’s state, she was actually considering the possibility of fish snoring. "Hmmm… What should they be called? Oh, I know. QCs! Queen Carriers, but QCs sounds cooler. Congratulations sir Michael whatever your middle name is Silver, you’re he very first QC."
No one passes math tests.. right? I mean I only started passing in like my 4th year of it.. and I cheated.
I’m very pleased.
I guess I am. [grins]
[takes a sip of her milkshake] It just means you like cuties like me [pokes her cheek, giggling] No, I’m only kidding of course.
Nothing like a nice cup of London Fog to reward myself after finishing that editorial.
A cup of what…?
Oh c’mon, it can’t be that hard to believe I got a B+ on a math test…
I mean, sure this is my second year taking algebra, but I’m not that bad!
[smiles] You’re the best.
Maybe you’re just really good at picking girls? [winks and giggles]
No problem. You made me feel better, so I just wanted to return the favour. [kisses his cheek]
Thank you, Boo.
What? Jack Jack, I could never hate you. You won’t screw anything up. Promise.
Screwing up and making you hate me?