Can We Talk About Fit Cubitos Sleeping Pose.

can we talk about fit cubitos sleeping pose.

1. oh my god hes so fucking goofy looking i love him

2. just something about how he has his arms positioned over his torso, very much aiming to protect vital organs... the personality and story telling that shows, of a hardened warrior from terrible lands - where sleep was probably one of the riskiest things.

i love it

Ramón can feel his eyes get droopy.

He stifles a yawn, rubbing his tired eyes. He doesn’t want to go to sleep– he can’t remember the last time he had this much fun! The day can’t end yet, they still have to keep working on the pool of the egg mansion and clean the snowman in the favela more! But when Ramón goes to voice these problems, a yawn overtakes him.

Pai Pac laughs softly, running a hand through his curly brown hair. “I have to head back, I’m getting tired too.” He says, running a hand through his own black and blue hair. “Ramón, do you want to spend some time with Tío Mike or are you done?”

The dragonling wants to spend more time with Mike, he wants to see his chocolate factory! But he’s so tired, he feels like he’s gonna fall asleep at any moment. So with a bit of sadness, he shakes his head. ‘Im very tired, sorry Tío Mike.’ He signed.

After a bit of teasing from Mike, the pink-haired male hugs both of them before going off his way, probably to work on his chocolate factory. Pac turns to Ramón and smiles. “You heading off on your own, Ramón?”

Ramón paused, before shaking his head. ‘Can you take me home, Pai?’ He asks shyly, blushing when Pac’s dark, brown eyes brighten.

“Of course!” He exclaimed, pulling out his warpstone, Ramón quickly following suit. “Ramón’s house, right?” Pac asks, with Ramón nodding.

After the cloud of purple particles disappeared around them, the pair were standing in front of Ramón’s quaint, little home. The Brazilian started to walk towards the door when Ramón grabbed his sleeve of his blue hoodie, pointing to the elevator hidden between the bamboo. Pac hummed and let himself be dragged by the dragonling.

The pair arrived at the bottom of the elevator shaft and Ramón yawned once more, scratching his tired eyes. Pac smiled softly before grabbing Ramón and pulling him onto his arms, carrying him through the hall. Ramón’s eyes widened, staring at Pac with disbelief. He doesn't remember the last time someone carried him, it’s... very nice.

“Where to, nenê?” Pac asks, humming when Ramón points to the security door to their left. He taps the door and gasps when it opens, glancing at Ramón who gives him a tired smile.

‘I added you to the allowlist.’ He signs, and Pac’s heart melts.

He still can’t believe this beautiful baby trusts him so much that he’d write his name on the allowlist. Pac would rather die than break that trust, he wouldn’t dare. “Thank you Ramón.” He says earnestly hugging the small body close. “I’m so honored.” He says, smile widening when he feels a pair of small arms hug back and a tail wrap around his waist.

Pac places Ramón on the bed gently, helping him remove the meathead and goggles from his head and placing them on top of the crafting table nearby. He helps the child get into comfier clothes and tucks him into the red bed.

Ramón gives him a tired grin. ‘Boa noite, Pai!’

“Boa noite, nenêm.” He says, smiling when the dragonling hums. “Do you want me to sing you a Brazilian lullaby?”

The child nods excitedly and Pac sits on the bed, Ramón shuffling so he could lay his head on the older's lap. The Brazilian smiled, helping him get into a comfortable position and being mindful of his prosthetic leg. Once they’re in a perfect position, Pac starts running his hand through Ramón’s soft, brown locks. He grins when he hears a quiet purr coming from the dragonlings chest. He closes his eyes and starts singing.

Dorme neném

Que a cuca vem pegar

Papai foi no roça

Mamãe no cafezal

Bicho papaõ

Sai de cima do telhado

Deixa o meu bebê dormir sossegado

Pac opens his eyes and smiles warmly when he notices the young dragonling sound asleep, still purring. He carefully moves them so Ramón is now lying on the bed comfortably, wrapped in the red blanket. The Brazilian stands up, giving one last look at Ramón, before he gives in and kisses Ramón’s forehead.

He goes to move when he feels a small hand grab his wrist. Pac turns to see Ramón's eyes opened slightly. ‘Pai?’ He signs, causing Pac to internally freak out.

Did he cross a line? He knows Fit isn’t the most touchy person, so is Ramón the same? But the dragonling always asks for hugs– unless that’s the only physical contact Ramón allows. Fuck, he needs to apologize–

‘Obrigado.’ Ramón signs, and Pac stops. At the look Pac gives him, Ramón looks down, embarrassed. ‘For the lullaby... and for the kiss.’

And God, Pac wants to wrap this baby in his arms and protect him from every type of harm that’s trying to come for them.

“No problem, Ramón! Anytime.” Pac says, hugging the dragonling before pulling away. “Boa noite, neném.” He says, smiling when Ramón nods and closes his eyes, his small chest going up and down slowly.

Pac leaves the room, and all he can think about is how much he loves this baby so much.

the amount of times I've hid my face in my hands is astounding

I'm trying to do school work but then I hear Fit and Pac being the gayest bitches ever and have to reboot my brain for a whole minute.

guys maybe this is how they got cracks.

;(

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