Your legs stretched over Darnell's lap as you stretched out onto the arm rest, your back arching to the shape of the armrest with your arms stretched over your head. Darnell, who was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, placed a hand on your thigh without looking up. His hand gave your thigh an occasional squeeze here and there, but you didn't mind.

None of you really minded in general. You always had to have some form of physical contact whenever together; you two WERE best friends since childhood. You guys knew each other like the back of each other's hands, if anything, you guys were each others brains. You helped him win student council back during educational years (with a little bit of misinformation- well, heavy misinformation but at least he won!), helped him commit arson, and now? You guys vandalized private and abandoned property.. and also took up mercenary gigs with Pico and Nene.

You two were inseparable, always joined at the hip. You were two peas in a pod, partners in crime (literally), and whatever other cringe duo label there was out there. Wherever one of you were, the other was surely right behind them. It's been like that since forever, and it never changed- and it never will.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone after stretching, your other hand holding onto Darnell's sleeve. After a while, Darnell tossed his phone to the side and laid down onto the sofa next to you, letting go of your thigh to pull you in from the waist to spoon you. You grunted softly, continuing your mindless scrolling as Darnell adjusted his position.

A worm, he was. always shifting from position to the next before finally settling on half of his body practically crushing you under him, but in a comfortable way. You grunted his name after a couple of seconds, and he grunted in return.

"You're heavy," you groaned softly, turning your phone off to throw him a dirty glare.

"Don't care," he murmured back, pulling you in closer.