"Dad."
Cody's voice made only a slight impression, through the thick, lazy haze of sleep, and Xaver grunted, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Dad.."
Xaver grunted again, and folded his arms under his head, rolling onto his belly, where he was laying in the middle of the living room. Cody climbed up onto his back, a small leg brushing either side of his ribs, and messed his hands through his father's dark, lush hair.
"DAAAADDD!"
"Cody, I can hear you.." Xaver mumbled, wincing as Cody rapped on his head with his knuckles. Gently, but the spot smarted after a moment.
"Then get up, sleepy-head! You promised!"
"I said-"
"You said today. TOOdayyy."
Xaver turned his head slightly, peering up at his son, sitting on his back, through one opened eye. He frowned, wolfishly.
"If I got some sleep, I said."
"But you've been sleeping off and on all day!" Cody whined.
He was right - much unlike himself, Xaver had been crashing, falling asleep, all over the house.
He was exhausted.
He'd taken a day to run to his realm, and work.
And work.
And work.
Cody hopped up and down on his back, and Xaver sighed, then rolled, toppling Cody off of him, and attacking his sides, tickling him. Cody beamed, giggled, then screamed.
"Stop! Stoooooppp, okay, ok!"
Xaver let him go, settling on his knees with a chuckle as Cody scampered to his feet, and hid around the couch.
"Get dressed, you silly bird. And hurry up, alright?"
All he got was a boyish giggle, and the sound of footfalls as Cody bounded down the hall, and into his room.