[Well, at least someone in this apartment has a good night's sleep, weird dreams about dogs sitting on chests aside. Because while Gepard is sleeping in his bed, wrapped up in his blankets and resting his head on his pillow, Sampo is on the couch. It's not a very comfortable couch, and it's not long enough so a significant portion of his leg is dangling over the arm rest, and even with the geomarrow heater going, it's still cold.]
[And his head is on Gepard's rolled up shirt, so all he smells all night is Gepard. It's... the lesser of two evils, maybe. His options are no pillow and a sore neck or a slightly less sore neck and Gepard's scent in his nose, making him kind of hungry. And also kind of relaxed? It's weird, Gepard is weird.]
[Sampo wakes up the next morning at a reasonable hour, with the smell of someone in his nose; he rolls and reaches out for them like he would for any bed partner, and pitches himself right off of the fucking couch. It's a hell of a way to wake up, zero out of ten, do not recommend.]
[He sits up and leans his back against the foot of the couch, scrubbing his hands over his face and feeling like shit barely warmed over. He's really too old to be spending uncomfortable nights on bad couches, his back kind of hurts and his knees really didn't appreciate being bent up all night to fit and just. Man. All this, for a guy that he didn't even get to eat from. He really hopes that Gepard's plans work out, because he's hungry. He'll have to do something about it sooner rather than later.]
[He also doesn't hear any movement from inside his bedroom, so Gepard's probably still asleep; that's fine, he could use it. Sampo leaves him be for the moment and grabs his keys, making a quick trip down to a nearby cafe for coffee and... something that Gepard would be able to eat when he wakes up. The girl at the counter recommended some kind of pastry filled with cheese that reminds Sampo of a danish, and it feels very Belobogian. These people drink rye bread soda and put yogurt in it, sweet cheesebread sounds right up that weird, perpetually cold alley.]
[When he gets back to the apartment, maybe the smell of coffee and breakfast will rouse the sleeping Captain.]
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Date: 2024-04-22 04:41 am (UTC)[And his head is on Gepard's rolled up shirt, so all he smells all night is Gepard. It's... the lesser of two evils, maybe. His options are no pillow and a sore neck or a slightly less sore neck and Gepard's scent in his nose, making him kind of hungry. And also kind of relaxed? It's weird, Gepard is weird.]
[Sampo wakes up the next morning at a reasonable hour, with the smell of someone in his nose; he rolls and reaches out for them like he would for any bed partner, and pitches himself right off of the fucking couch. It's a hell of a way to wake up, zero out of ten, do not recommend.]
[He sits up and leans his back against the foot of the couch, scrubbing his hands over his face and feeling like shit barely warmed over. He's really too old to be spending uncomfortable nights on bad couches, his back kind of hurts and his knees really didn't appreciate being bent up all night to fit and just. Man. All this, for a guy that he didn't even get to eat from. He really hopes that Gepard's plans work out, because he's hungry. He'll have to do something about it sooner rather than later.]
[He also doesn't hear any movement from inside his bedroom, so Gepard's probably still asleep; that's fine, he could use it. Sampo leaves him be for the moment and grabs his keys, making a quick trip down to a nearby cafe for coffee and... something that Gepard would be able to eat when he wakes up. The girl at the counter recommended some kind of pastry filled with cheese that reminds Sampo of a danish, and it feels very Belobogian. These people drink rye bread soda and put yogurt in it, sweet cheesebread sounds right up that weird, perpetually cold alley.]
[When he gets back to the apartment, maybe the smell of coffee and breakfast will rouse the sleeping Captain.]