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“Stop hogging the blanket, you French fuck,” Frank said, trying to pull the blanket Eric had been holding onto like his life depended on it.

“No,” Eric wrow’d in return.

“The fuck do you need it so badly for, anyways? You’re a Goddamn furry puppet, shouldn’t that keep you warm?”

“Percs give me chills.”

“Ugh,” Frank groaned, clenching his teeth, “you being a fuckin’ junkie isn’t my problem.” Scowling, Frank yanked the blanket from Eric.

However, Frank put too much force, and managed to fall out of the bed in the process. Eric laughed in response.

“Do you plan on sleeping on the floor?”

Frank grumbled. “Sleeping on the floor’d be better than sleeping next to you.”

“Alright, then, do it,” Eric said.

Frank thought for a moment, before begrudgingly climbing back into the bed.

“Knew you’d pussy out,” Eric snarked.

“Shut the fuck up and sleep,” Frank snapped.

And he did.