"Huh?" Chaco poked his head under the nightstand and plugged in his laptop. All that Futch could see of him was his raggedy wings, poking up from behind the bed. "Why's that?"

"Well, someone fell asleep on top of me last night, so I couldn't move for a good eight hours..."

"Whiner." Chaco's head popped up, followed by the rest of him as he crawled back into the bed bearing his computer. It chimed cheerfully as he keyed it on. "Are all humans this whiny, or is it just you?"

Futch made a rude noise and shut his eyes, rolling one shoulder. Chaco relented. "... where's it hurt?"

"Small of my back." Futch rolled his other shoulder. "We really need to replace this mattress, it's sagging."

Chaco picked up his laptop in both hands and scooted over to Futch's side of the bed. "Hold still, human, or you'll break Shub-Niggurath here, and then I'd have to kill you." Sprawling out over Futch's legs, Chaco planted his laptop squarely in the hollow of Futch's back, and Futch's startled 'wha--?' turned into an 'mmmm' halfway through. "Hey," Chaco said, wriggling into the space between Futch's legs and propping his elbows up on Futch's butt, "you make a pretty good laptop desk. Want a job?"

"I have a job--" Futch sighed as Shub-Niggurath started to heat up against his back. "--make it do something processor-intensive, will you?"

"Sure thing!" Chaco scratched at the touchpad for a moment before the computer started to whir and grind (and heat up). "One level render, highest resolution, coming up."

Futch closed his eyes and made a happy, sleepy sound. "Good Winger. Pizza for lunch."

"Buy me a slice of cheesecake, too."

"Greedy bastard."

"Hey, you're the one stealing my processor time."