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*cross had just gotten back from a mission with killer and dust. He kicked his snow covered boots off at the door, leaving them there to dry. He sighed heavily as he debated taking his jacket off now, deciding on waiting until he got to his room. He trudged up the stairs and down one of the many winding hallways of the castle to his room. He wanted nothing more than to take a warm shower and to curl up under his blankets. There had been an unexpected blizzard in the universe their mission was it, and it had sent cross reeling. He hated the snow, it’s bleak whiteness reminding him too much of how he’d floated in the milky whiteness of the voice of his universe for so long.**once cross got up to his room, he spied you on his bed. It wasn’t uncommon to find you lounging in his room, especially while he was away on missions. Cross began to undo the complicated straps of his uniform, folding it neatly and setting the jacket and cape down onto his dresser to wash later.*
“Hey, are you awake?”
*he asked cautiously, not wanting to wake you if you weren’t awake.*
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