⊹ ❀︡ ‍ ‍‍ 𝒘𝚒ˡ𝚍 .͟. 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿.

immediate nuzzle, pressing nose in the crook of his neck. relaxing. i hate work.

come here.

with the pull, yu lin rises to his feet to plant himself atop alistair. laying comfortably on his human⎯⎯shaped mattress. ‘yeah, but you’re suuuuper hungover.’

mix⎯⎯matched eyes blink, lips pull themselves into a smile. ‘not today. that means we can slack off.’

‘who else, silly?’ lips press against temple, leaving glossy print upon skin.

looming over. setting tray upon nearby table, kneeling. lithe index prods tender, curious touch to his cheek.

yawn.

are they requesting me or are you putting them on me because you’re full of spite?

are you messing with me?

sometimes i don’t like you.

damn. you’re ugly as hell waking up.