It was one hell of an ordeal.
But after much shoving, tugging, and laughing between attempts to change, the two strugglers finally succeeded.
Those starry pajamas were on. Those soft, ridiculous, and very much Ollie-like pajamas were finally buttoned up to a certain someone's satisfaction.
And sleep was finally within reach.
Which would probably be what Kyle would've said in a perfect world.
If only.
For the adjutant was currently squeezed inside a mecha cockpit with an uneasy mechanic who was still riding today's adrenaline.
So now he had another problem.
"There's nothing to watch," the mop groaned dramatically, his starlit sleeves flopping over his face. "Kyle, we're gonna die of boredom before anything else."
Technically, Ollie would be the only one capable of perishing because of boredom, as Kyle had been born busy.
And if anything, he'd die from the lack of sleep before that tree outside could get to him.
