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"Red Sooooooooooon," MK whines with a little giggle, "I have trainiiiiiiing!"
Red Son grumbles in a most certainly not petulant way and snuggles closer to MK, wrapping their arms around his torso and burying her face into the crook of his neck. MK doesn't bother to suppress a soft purr.
"Yes, I know you're sleepy and comfy but I have to do things," he tries to reason. When Red Son tightens his grip, he sighs lightheartedly. "Please?"
She hums. "No. Now's cuddle time. Tell M'nkey King he c'n fuck off," they insist, their words slurring in their grogginess.
MK lets his head fall limp in defeat, exhaling and relaxing his body, reveling in the warm embrace. "You used to be one of the most feared villains in the city," he bemoans. "I thought you'd have a better schedule."
Red Son lifts her head slightly. "I am still very feared 'nd evil, 'n'... stuff," they protest.
"Oh really?" MK muses, turning to nuzzle into her hair. "You sure?"
"Ye'h...'s my master plan...can't beat me 'n a fight 'f y' don't get out 'f bed." Red Son grins mischievously and begins rolling with MK in his arms, lifting him above them. MK squeals and clings to her arms, kicking his legs half-heartedly and giggling as they press kisses to the nape of his neck. He lets his head fall next to hers, pressing return kisses to their cheek and nose.
"Free meeeee!" MK drawls lazily. "I bribe you with kisses," he compromises, and then follows through by peppering her face with little affectionate pecks.
She laughs, and loosens her grip. MK breaks into a mirthful grin. He must be the luckiest in the world, to be greeted by this every morning. He shuts his eyes and basks in this moment.
Surely five more minutes wouldn't hurt.