PARENTAL WARNING - private

[dannychan]

fry almost instantly took his pillow and whacked bender in the face, laying face down on the mattress. "why don't you ever let me sleep, man..?" he muttered a bit bitterly and continued whacking the male as he looked at the time. "it's three AM.."

[peridot.]

He let out a strangled sound as he was whacked in the face, and he reached an arm up to grab the pillow, saying as he shoved it over Fry's mouth, "It's cause I need comfort, obviously! Don't be selfish and whine about how you need your sleep!"

[dannychan]

he sighed and turned a bit sluggishly. "alright, alright.. what's wrong?" he asked, obviously still half asleep.

[peridot.]

"The same thing that's always wrong, doofus! None of the ladies were interested in me tonight. It's ridiculous. i'm charming, right?" He turned his head a bit to look at Fry, a small frown on his face as he saw the other still half asleep and moved an arm to flick him in the ear with a mechanical finger.

[dannychan]

he whacked his hand away and sighed. "nothing more charming than the smell of oil and alcohol." he sighed and huffed. "by the way, you never paid the ac bill. we have no AC."

[peridot.]

"Mm, I know oil and alcohol are just the best scents to you." He said, smirking a bit drunkenly. He then said, letting out a little aggravated huff, "And the AC isn't important right now! I don't need it!"

[dannychan]

he huffed. "it is important because i'm hot!" he whined and rolled so his back was pressed against bender's metal body.

[peridot.]

Bender made an unhappy noise and turned on his side to wrap his arms around the other, making his internal cooling system go faster, "God, you're so whiny all the time, meatbag."

[dannychan]

he huffed. "i wouldn't be if you didn't keep me up at all hours of the night.." he muttered.

[peridot.]

It wasn't exactly unusual for Bender to come home drunk and frustrated. Well... more drunk and frustrated than usual, that was, since his constant state was pretty much semi-drunkeness, since that was basically his fuel. However, this time he was drunk and frustrated because he had just come back from a night of drinking and - rather unsucessfully - hitting on ladybots. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't have any source of comfort. Said source of comfort was his best friend in the entire world, a fleshy meatbag named Fry who he had known for - in his opinion - way too long now. So now, he stumbled into the apartment they shared, grumbling in his slightly static and deep voice as he tromped along. Moving over to Fry's bed, he basically collapsed beside the other, whining angrily, "Fryyyy, wake up meatbag! Now!"