Regular Days with Jayne [The Adventures of Tiny!Daryl]

[prettycunnin]

[This is Jayne waking up in the morning. He yawns and stretches, sitting up in his bunk with a bit of ease. He hasn't quite gotten up yet, but he's gonna. Just give him a few minutes.]

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[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl, meanwhile, was pretty safe where he was. He's just waiting it out until the big lug stops moving so he can climb up and grab his attention. Shouldn't be too hard to get to his face...]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne searches the refrigerator and finally decides on something, munching on it while going back to the bottle of whiskey. Forget a cup, he'll just drink out of the bottle. It's not like he has to share with anyone.

He leans against the counter, eating and drinking. Once the food is gone, he belches loudly. He doesn't move from his spot there. He just leans there, thinking to himself and drinking.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl snags a few crumbs as they fall, having not eaten in a while, ignoring the tremendous wall of sound that is Jayne belching. If he was any other guy, the sight of Jayne at this size would have been intimidating...

But this was Daryl, so he takes some of the time Jayne is finally semi-still to start climbing his shirt.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne feels something move up his shirt, but thinks it only a bug. He doesn't look. Just swipes at his chest, assuming the little thing is going to fly off while he takes another swig of whiskey.

Once that's done, Jayne walks, whiskey in hand, to his bedroom.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Jayne's hand misses Daryl by an inch, and the little guy clings to the fabric, especially once Jayne starts moving. All he can do is hang on as the giant walks.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne set the bottle down on the bedside table and started stripping, tossing his clothes without a care into the corner. Then he crossed to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. He put them on and then crossed back to the table. He finished the whiskey, placed the bottle back on the table and shut off the light.

Then he crawled into bed and fell asleep. His sleep will be marked by the heavy snoring.]

[squirrelhunter]

[This, of course, means that Daryl is tossed off with the shirt, landing in the corner. The sweaty fabric cushions his fall, however, and there's no lasting damage.

By the time he pulls himself from the shirt, however, Jayne's asleep. His snoring shaking the floor slightly with the vibrations. Still, Daryl approaches the slumbering beast, wondering how the hell to get up to him now.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne sleeps loudly, but peacefully. Snoring loudly, drooling a little. He shifts some, but is otherwise oblivious to everything around him.]

[squirrelhunter]

[And Daryl notices some hanging sheets at the foot of the bed, running over and climbing up them. Once at the top, he runs over to the sole of Jayne's left foot, starting to kick at it, hoping to wake the guy.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne continues to sleep. His body merely thinks of the movement as tickling. His other foot moves while his asleep, toes going to scratch the place of the itching for a moment before the right foot stilled, partnering with the left. Snoring continues, unaffected by the movement.]

[squirrelhunter]

Fuck!

[And Daryl has to duck the monolithic foot as Jayne scratches, abandoning that route. He, instead, starts to run on up towards Jayne's head. All 6'4" of him.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne doesn't move all that much as he continues snoring. After a while, once Daryl reaches mid-torso, Jayne abruptly snorts and turns onto his back, the snoring getting louder.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl clings to the bed as it shakes violently with Jayne turning over. The tiny redneck then moves and climbs up onto Jayne's chest, thinking it might be easier.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne just keeps snoring, totally oblivious to the little guy climbing on his chest. He'll snore just as loudly, a little drool escaping his mouth.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl eventually reaches the guy's head, having to push though the hairs on his chest. Being an inch tall on a man wasn't fun... He uses beard and stubble to climb over to Jayne's ear before starting to yell into it.]

[prettycunnin]

[And Jayne continues to sleep. His hand reaches up, swatting away whatever's close to his hear before he rolls over again, facing towards Daryl now. His snores silence for a second before roaring to life again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl drops off the ear to the pillow just as Jayne rolls over... Only this time he's in the path of Jayne's nose. When that first snore starts, the little man is nearly wrenched from his spot, grabbing the fabric of the pillow.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne continues to snore loudly, the drool coming out a little more now. He mutters a little, the snores stopping enough for him to smack his lips once. Then the snores start again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl just gets a moment's rest before the snores start once more. The drool soaks through the pillow fabric, causing the little guy's grip to weaken...]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne's sleep continues undisturbed. After a little while snorts again and turns onto his back once more, though.]

[squirrelhunter]

[That snort is what causes Daryl to lose his grip. He gets sucked up and into Jayne's right nostril, tangled in the nasal hairs.

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne snorts in his sleep several times before rubbing his face unconsciously with his hand. Then he sneezes. A few snorts later and he's back to snoring again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[The thick snorting pulls at him, but his tether in Jayne's nasal hair is tight enough so he isn't snorted into the man's lungs...

Then the sneeze. Daryl's splattered with snot, but still lodged up there... He's up here for the long run, the air itself shuddering with Jayne's snores.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne stays on his back snoring for a moment before sniffling and reaching up his hand to brush away whatever's lodged up there.]

[squirrelhunter]

[A thick finger comes in, probing and picking, shoving Daryl further into his nose. And into a cold pile of snot. Daryl groans in revulsion, sticking to the glob.]