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Stan woke up in darkness, something heavy crushing him . Whatever it was, it was rumbling, and he heard loud breathing somewhere nearby. He was pretty cozy though, with hazy memories of Ford carrying him to bed, so he wasn’t in immediate distress. He wiggled around and managed to poke his head out from under the blanket and into the dim light of Ford’s bedroom. Ford was lying half on top of him, snoring next to his ear, with his face smashed into the pillows. Light was just starting to peek through the window, and from where he was, half crushed under his brother, he could see Shifty’s tiny head peeking over the side of the bed.
“Psst. Dama” Stan wasn’t sure how he felt about Shifty’s new name for him. If he could he’d tell Shifty to call him uncle, Ford was the one who found him in the dirt after all, but that probably wasn’t happening anytime soon. So weird name it was.
Stan yawned and tried to wiggle out from under Ford. Ford snorted and tightened his grip in response, squishing Stan into his chest. He managed to free an arm before Ford rolled over, dragging Stan with him. He stretched his free arm and tried to smack Ford in his drooling face, but couldn’t quite reach.
Shifty watched him struggle for a minute, then melted into him and jumped on the bed, pawing at Fords face for him. Good kid Stan meowed, wiggling some more. Shifty pawed a couple more times before Ford snorted again, then opened one of his eyes, squinting at Shifty. He groaned and wiped a hand across his face (not the one crushing Stan unfortunately).
“Nikola, its too early for this” Stan meowed, and Ford looked down at him in confusion, then over at Shifty standing above him. He groaned again. “It’s too early for any of this.”
Shifty pawed at his face again “Mom I’m hungry, can we have some different beans again today?”
Ford mumbled something, then fell silent for a bit. When he started snoring again Stan wiggled and tried smacking him again. Shifty turned into one of his puppet forms (an extra fuzzy green one) and started to shake Ford’s shoulder.
“Mom I’m hungry. Can we get breakfast? Large Loon says its one of the most important meals of the day.” Ford waved his hand around, then sat up (still crushing Stan). He blinked around the room, then peered at the clock next to him, showing it was almost six. Ford had definitely woken up earlier, but they had stayed up late the day before. Stan didn’t know what time he actually went to bed.
Ford grabbed his glasses from the night stand and stretched (Still holding Stan for some reason) then stood up and made his way to the door, Shiftys little puppet feet following.
“It’s still pretty early Shifty” Ford whispered, making his way downstairs, “So we’ll have to be quiet. Why don’t we try eggs today hmm? Nikola can eat some with us.” Ford walked to the stove and pulled out a pan, setting it down and grabbing a bowl. “Fiddleford doesn’t like it when we feed Nikola our food, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” he filled the bowl with eggs and set it down next to the pan, then started the process of making scrambled eggs.
He was still holding Stan.
Okay this was starting to get too much for him. He meowed up at Ford, then tried wiggling down to the ground. Ford shushed him (Shushed him!) and rocked him a bit in his arms like a baby. Stan wiggled some more, meowing in protest, then stopped when Ford started feeding him bits of cooked egg. Ford set the table for the three of them, then sat down with Stan in his lap again, two plates of eggs in front of them.