Notes

your name is DAMMEK, just DAMMEK is fine, and gog, you’re exhausted.
You rub the sleepy from your eyes and yawn, baring sharp fangs. You sit up from your loungeplank. Had you fallen asleep? You look at your husktop. When did it become night? You got up and lazily sauntered over to your window. Prying it open, you were greated by burst of that fresh alternian air. It smelt like burnt hair and crude oil. You looked around, half hanging-half leaning from your hive. The moons were hanging high in the sky. You were definitely asleep much longer than you thought you’d be. You shimmied back inside and grabbed your husktop. Your only new messages were from Xefros. Not like there was anyone else who would like to contact you right now.
Xefros began trolling DT at 2:27 am
X: hey dammek X:D
X: oops, i mean, tetrarch! XX(
X: sorry, i keep messing up
X: i’m assuming your asleep right now, which is fine!
X: just teXt me whenever you get up
X: i thought maybe we could hang out
X: or something
Xefros ceased trolling DT at 2:30 am
You pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s probably too late to respond. Ugh, you wish you slept in shorter intervals.
DT began trolling Xefros at 3:39 am
DT: hey xeF
X: Hi tetrarch!
DT: wow, i didn’tt tthink you’d respond the quickly.
X: i never shut my husktop
X: i was waiting for your reply XX)
X: i was thinking we could do a jam session, if that’s okay with you
DT: xeF
DT: you always know i’m down to jam.
X: you could probably come over in a few minutes anyway!
DT: i’ll be over rightt away.
X: wait, tetrarch-
DT ceased trolling X at 3:42 am

~~~

Your name is XEFROS TRITOH, and you’re totally unprepared for your moirail’s visit. You said in a few minutes, but here he is, already knocking on your hives front door! You hurry down your freshly cleaned stairs as Dammek welcomes himself into your hive. He stands stoic, staring at you with his usual blank expression.
“Well, whatt are you waitting FFor?” he asks. You laugh, awkwardly at first, because it seemed like the right thing to do. Dammek smiled at you, and you smiled back, because it was so rare he smiled at you.

You led him up your hive steps, up to the top of your roof. The tree that grew through you hive poked out here, making for a nice sitting/thinking/jamming place. Dammek sat by the tree, so you did too.
“Tthis is nice.” he said, which was so rare to hear him say. He put his arm around you. A gesture he used to do often.
“Yeah. It is.” You said, hoping it was the right thing to do. You didn’t have your mic. Or your bass. Or even your husktop. But you didn’t want to have a jam sesh right now. This was fine. Actually, this was great. You wouldn’t mind if it stayed like this for a while.