Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Guest Room]

"Don't even joke about that man..." Prowl chuckled weakly as he slowly started drifting off to sleep. Ray was a quiet sleeper. It was almost as if he dies to go to sleep, and that, Prowl admitted, was slightly eerie. He nudged Ray worriedly.

"Mnm?" Ray mumbled.

"Nuthin'... go back to sleep." The coyote muttered, and turned the other way. "Man this is awkward... I haven't slept on a bed in forever. And this guy's supposed to be my dad or whatever, creator... and he's sleeping right there. Ironic. If this was back at the desert, he wouldn't last a minute." Prowl thought to himself, recalling what he was doing in his story before he appeared in this world. He wondered how everyone was... and when Ray was actually going to finish his profile.

Later that night, when he had been asleep for more than thirty minutes, the Coyote unconsciously wrapped his warm furry arms around the teenager and tugged him into a hug, as if he were a pillow, mumbling something about 'not enough chest' in his sleep.