//I PROMISE I'M WORKING ON KILLER'S KITTIES I JUST WANTED TO DO THIS FIRST//

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Cross was awoken by the lovely sounds of glass breaking, Bewear stomping out of the room, and then a stern lecture about.. staying safe in the kitchen, perhaps? He couldn't tell, thanks to not being a Pokémon, but that was about the closest he could get for it to be related to previous glass breakage.

He gave a soft huff as he rolled over, squinting his sockets at how bright his phone screen was when he managed to fish it out of the mass of blankets and turn it on. It was, apparently, 5:47 in the morning.

Fun.

He didn't get to think about how "fun" that was for long, though, as his thoughts were interrupted by a certain Porygon-Z chirping and whirring at the edge of his bed.

He pulled the odd creature up onto the bed with him, shaking his hand out afterwards as it happily floated around, giving his legs random headbutts and such. Touching it usually caused the odd "pins and needles" feeling, like when your foot falls asleep.

It managed to flop down next to him, giving a pleased trill at the cuddling that came next.

"Yes, hi, hello, are you getting into trouble while I sleep??"

The somewhat digital Pokémon whirred and beeped, rapidly turning its head this way and that, as if to tell him it didn't know what he was talking about. It made him cackle, just a bit.

"Are you suuure?"

It gave a messy nod, jolting and wiggling around when Bewear stomped back into the room. Bewear, helpful as ever, gave a small scoff and pointed at Porygon-Z with one of its enormous paws, shaking its own head. Cross gasped in mock betrayal.

"I can't believe you would lie to me! After so long!"

Cross dramatically throws an arm over his eyesockets, Porygon-Z immediately whining at the loss of cuddles. Bewear just huffs and plants itself on Cross's bed, the skeleton cringing at the sound of the frame cracking a little. Yeah, he'd have to get another one soon.

Bewear didn't seem to mind, just flopping back so that its big head could rest on one of Cross's legs. It rumbled out something along the lines of "good morning."

Yeah, good morning indeed.