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[neverstudied]

"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[pkemeter]

Does it?

[Hmm. He makes a mental note to do it more often. He ruffles Peter's hair and gently pushes a hand against his chest to encourage him to lie down.]

You should rest. It's late, and you're usually in a bad mood when you don't get at least six hours of uninterrupted sleep.

[Kö continues to stuff her face with cake. Egon scoots to the edge of the bed, then pauses.]

I'm going to put Kölliker back in her containment unit, but I will join you again momentarily. Alright?

[neverstudied]

Mhhhm.

[Venkman lies back down easily, still cradling the book to his chest. Idly, he wonders if Ko knew exactly what she was doing when she chose to throw this book at him. Probably.

They really do grow up so fast.

By the time Egon comes back, Venkman's already beginning to nod off again, his face in a pillow and the book on the nightstand.]

[pkemeter]

[Egon walks to the other room where he left the PokéBall. Kölliker willingly goes back into her containment unit, though Egon first has to prompt her to take off Ray's clothes and put them back where she found them. When he comes back, he's put on his pajamas. He carefully closes the door behind him and wanders over to his partner. Spengler brushes a stray hair from the man's face and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead before making his way to the other side of the bed.

He sits on the edge of the bed and inches towards Venkman before lying down next to him, wrapping an arm around his chest and burying his head in the space between Venkman's neck and shoulder. He doesn't exactly sleep the same amount as his partners, but that doesn't mean he won't sleep with them. Being awake leaves plenty of time to think, and that conversation has given him plenty to think about.

At this moment, however, his thoughts are clouded with only one subject, and that is how much love and adoration he feels for his partners in this dimension. He threads his free hand through Venkman's hair again, gently ruffling it and observing how it falls across his head.

The night is quiet.]