[He'd slept in. He hadn't meant to, but he had slept in. Apparently, he was more tired than he had thought, what with...work, the blood-sucking stranger going around gnawing on necks, the exhaustion that came with chasing a climax that took fucking forever to come, the mortification of knowing that the guy he might have kind of sort of liked a bit had to see him deal with a boner-
It's been a day! It's been an exhausting few days, really, and last night was very exhausting, and Gepard had a nightmare - nothing new, but also new, which meant that he slept in.
So, he gets up.
He takes off his shirt. He takes off his pants. Yawning, Gepard decides that he's going to actually probably want some (terrible) coffee from his coffee machine, which means walking into the kitchen and starting that, but at this point he can't be arsed to put on clothes just yet so he wraps his comforter around his body like he's a wizened old king standing on ramparts and staring out into his kingdom, lost in thought.
Gepard trudges.
It takes him a few minutes to process that he's not alone. Blame it on...everything that's happened. He had 200 forms he had to go through last week - blame it on that. But he enters his kitchen, blanket clutched about him, and it takes him a moment to place the figure in there, and another moment to realize what he's here to do, and then Gepard yelps in a way that very few people had heard him yelp. Loud. Gets attention. Solid yelp, yelps like a pro.]
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Date: 2024-06-08 10:05 pm (UTC)It's been a day! It's been an exhausting few days, really, and last night was very exhausting, and Gepard had a nightmare - nothing new, but also new, which meant that he slept in.
So, he gets up.
He takes off his shirt. He takes off his pants. Yawning, Gepard decides that he's going to actually probably want some (terrible) coffee from his coffee machine, which means walking into the kitchen and starting that, but at this point he can't be arsed to put on clothes just yet so he wraps his comforter around his body like he's a wizened old king standing on ramparts and staring out into his kingdom, lost in thought.
Gepard trudges.
It takes him a few minutes to process that he's not alone. Blame it on...everything that's happened. He had 200 forms he had to go through last week - blame it on that. But he enters his kitchen, blanket clutched about him, and it takes him a moment to place the figure in there, and another moment to realize what he's here to do, and then Gepard yelps in a way that very few people had heard him yelp. Loud. Gets attention. Solid yelp, yelps like a pro.]
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