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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 3:45:25 GMT -5
Cageless. It was a nice name. No matter how many times Cinthos tossed and turned that night, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Cageless was a synonym to the free. Without wires, without bars. It meant that he lived outside of societal norms and expectations: living outside the box… But it also could be the skeleton of one’s own being, so to be Cageless meant to be without structure. It suited him so well… and yet he contradicted that by showing up at the office the following morning (ten minutes late of course) only to see that there was nobody else. No other Cageless. He waited. “Maybe he’s late,” Cinthos thought to himself. So minutes passed by until twenty-three was in counting… The other Cageless never showed up. So this Cageless left. Days have passed and still no sign of the other Cageless… even though it was true. It had to be true! The mark was scribed along his spine, after all… He saw it in the mirror while buzzing with an ambivalent concoction of anxiety and excitement. Honestly: they felt the same. But now… maybe it was too late. Maybe he’ll never meet Cageless. Or maybe he should stand on the tables in the cafeteria and shout: “which one of you losers is Cageless?!” Heh. ‘Like he’ll ever admit to it.’ Either that Cageless was a coward or… he made a better Cageless than this one. * * * These thoughts plagued Cinthos all day, every day. Nights were becoming sleepless. Classes were skipped, clubs were missed, but today – a week from the climax in his life – he finally went to partake in the fight club. It was hot. It was fun! It was the right kind of pick-me-up! So many spraying sweats and spattered spit. With blood mixed in, it’s been a day of proper battling! But now – being tired and sore – he and the others retreated to the locker room to clean up and change clothes… The lockers were red. Benches had a light stain. As a swarm of boys sauntered in (one wiping a bloody mouth with a curled wrist), a pair of blue eyes caught sight of Kylin. An underclassman, but one hell of a sportsman. They would never have spoken to each other had it not been for one unfortunate bird… which came to mind as soon as eyes coyly slid to the floor. Heart pounded. Louder and louder. It was the prelude to every conversation… “Kylin–,” croaked the raven haired fellow (whose ears lay to either side – flattened, whilst his dual chromatic tail flicked and swished), "how is ' it' doing?" Kylin Wu I've been in a bit of a writing funk. Sorry it's so long and pointless. Let me know if i need to change anything. ♡
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 8, 2015 20:02:51 GMT -5
When he had first gotten the letter, Kylin had simply stared at it, face blank as his heart dropped to his stomach. Ten seconds later, he had locked himself into the privacy of his room, and by the fifth time his eyes had scanned the paper, he had practically had it memorized.
It had to have been the most paradoxical thing he'd ever read. So he was Cageless, yes. But the fact that he even had a partner to his name meant he was anything but what the word dubbed him to be. How could he be free when his very soul was chained to another's? How could they dare think that he would even want to look his sacrifice in the face when the name itself was a brand that incarcerated him to a fate he had never even believed in?
Compared to this, even the Rooks Project had been merciful. At least then, he had had the freedom to walk away from his sacrifice, no strings attached. Hell, he wouldn't even have a sacrifice in the first place if he could help it. He was fine with free soloing.
The next few days were spent fruitlessly avoiding everyone in a strange bout of something close to paranoia and beating the shit out of anyone who so much as even looked at him wrong. The raven had always been restless, and the thought of leaving school to just go was something he entertained at least once a week, but never had he felt as cornered as he did now.
By the end of the week, as much as Kylin hated to admit it, he was a wreck. Though sleepless nights left him exhausted, his body thrummed with an agitated energy that kept him upright and conscious to his thoughts and fate. He had all but quit eating entirely, appetite disappearing with the self-assured freedom he had always believed he'd had.
It was probably a miracle he still hadn't been sent to the infirmary. Even his teachers, in all their wariness, had started to eye him with concern in their eyes.
The sound of his name brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked up, eyes blinking wearily. Thankfully, it was just Cinthos, though even the sight of someone less annoying didn't completely smother the flare of something—most likely irritation because what else could it be?—that passed through his chest.
"Lorne," he greeted nonchalantly, turning as he slipped a clean button-up over his shoulders. They were both men here, there was probably nothing that neither hadn't seen before. Still, Kylin took note of how the junior's eyes were turned to the floor, and quickly began buttoning his shirt up. In his exhaustion, he completely forgot that his name was peeking out from under his shirt, still there even against the patch of angry red skin it decorated.
He had tried, tried so hard to get rid of the accursed letters. He had clawed and clawed at it and wished that he was just as blank as the rest of the project he'd come from. But alas, it was still there, though for the moment, the sophomore didn't so much as think about it. If anything, a mundane would have just thought it was a new tattoo he'd gotten or something; it wasn't like that was against school rules. "The bird is doing fine," the fighter told the taller boy, before turning around to finish buttoning up his shirt. ...Because really, did he have anything else to say? | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos You're good, I'm used to a lot of filler. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 20:46:03 GMT -5
Frail, warn, and pale. Ghastly like a ghost. Even Kylin’s voice felt unsubstantially airy… Just hearing Kylin amplified Lorne’s own exhaustion, which caused this one to straddle a bench whilst he fiddled with a bottom locker: 19B. It was his own. The grinding of metal squeaked as a tinny door opened, and out came two clean shirts (one of which was school uniform). Upon resting the bundle of cotton betwixt parted thighs, a pair of hazy blues strolled up Kylin’s frightfully skeletal frame…
And upon doing such–“Good”–he saw the word “ageless” scribed over his companion’s irritated chest…
One second… Two seconds… Three sec–
Immediately, Cinthos jolted to a stand. Legs swiftly swung over the bench as arms lunged foth. In one agile motion, fists then balled into the cotton resting over Kylin’s emaciated chest, which he – with the force of raw strength – pushed against so that the other boy’s shoulders would mercilessly clash against the lockers.
The shirt was pried apart. A button or two torn off. Cinthos just stared – lips apart.
Oh… My… God. “Oh my fucking God!” Face now burned red. Furious red! And he, in his startled stupor with ears straight up and bristled tail three times its normal sized, stumbled back till he, too, clashed against the opposing row of lockers. He felt weak in the knees, just staring almost mindlessly.
Kylin was… But why–? H-how?
Without voicing questions or concerns, this one turned around – back to the other black-haired youth – as he then pulled off his own ratty tank top. Along his spine, matching letters wrote:
C A G E L E S S
The odd thing was… their names weren’t in matching spots. Perhaps a significant emblem unique to their name.
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 9, 2015 3:02:37 GMT -5
Kylin had all but thought the conversation was going to end there. Neither of the two were very talkative, and it wasn't like the silence would be uncomfortable. So he had relaxed, minutely, and sighed, trying to finish changing so he could head out and do continue whatever moping he had been doing before he'd come to fight.
So no, he definitely did not expect for Cinthos to lunge at him or to attempt to tear his clothes off, the latter of which had the raven-haired sophomore hissing in surprised disdain. "What do you think you're doing?" he snarled as he was spun around to face the taller boy again, and he near about punched the guy in the face before his shoulders had crashed painfully into the lockers. Had Kylin the strength, he would've kicked the bastard off him, but he didn't, so he was forced to stay put in the awkward position he'd been pushed into.
What was this, a sexual assault? He had Cinthos' hands tearing his shirt off and his hips practically jutting into the other boy's as the bench stopped the lower half of his body from following the part that had been pushed into the locker. This time, Kylin really did raise a leg to kick at the junior pinning him down, though he failed when his companion backed away and started to flip his shit. Had the idiot finally realized what it was he had been doing?
At this point, Kylin didn't care what it was the dude was hollering about; he was just so done with his acquaintance's shit. In one movement, he had both his tonfa out of his locker and had thrown one at the other teen's head, missing the man's ear by an inch. In the moment he'd thrown his weapon, he'd dashed forwards, swinging his remaining tonfa up at Cinthos' chin.
...Except it wasn't there anymore. Had Cinthos not turned and bowed his head to pull his tank top off, the tonfa would have swept him off his feet and into the air. But for whatever reason, Cinthos now had his back turned to him. And before the smaller of the two could attack again, letters caught his eye. And then Kylin froze.
Because if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, that spelled out "cageless," the word lining his own chest.
"No." No. He couldn't– No. No. No. It was almost like the ceiling had come crashing down on him, as if oxygen no longer existed because suddenly– suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. In the next instant, he had grabbed Cynthos’ tank top and had done exactly what had just been done with himself—spin the boy around and pin him to the locker. This time though, a tonfa was shoved roughly under said boy's chin, threatening to cut off his air supply if the sophomore so much as pressed–
"This had better not be a joke because it's not funny," Kylin hissed, eyes blazing with the heat of a thousand suns. But it was there, the proof, evident right under the collar bone that his ruined shirt showed off, and all of a sudden, the teen dropped his tonfa arm and slumped, pushing away from the locker he'd been facing and sagging into a seat on the bench across.
"Why?" he asked the teen he'd just attacked, voice small and surprisingly fragile to his own ears. It was a rhetorical question, and he was going to throw his tonfa at Cinthos if the boy even dared say something shitty like "fate." Because that had to be the stupidest and most cliche reason the fighter had ever heard, even if it was the closest thing to the truth. | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos Hope this is okay. If it's not, PM me and I'll edit it tomorrow. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 3:35:30 GMT -5
Just as fast as he had been, if not faster, Cinthos found himself in a reciprocated position. It was a blur. The pang in his shoulders didn’t even throb loud enough for him to feel over menacing pressure of Kylin’s cylindrical tool. It didn’t even permit him to catch the breath that escaped him. Nay.
But once he was released, Cinthos (with hand cupping throat) withered to the floor. Finally breathing. In all fairness: he totally deserved it, expected it – even, but he didn’t expect Kylin to wither along with him. That poor, pathetic voice was the emblem of falling leaves…
‘Why?’
That question had these pallid cheeks flushing twisted pink. The sort that pinched at nerves. Butterflies weren’t the cause and effect. Sadness, however, ensued. That question was like a needle of rejection, only this injection didn’t vaccinate Saturday blues… So with a roll of an exposed shoulder, he quietly replied: “I don’t know. The others would say it’s something stupid like fate.”
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 9, 2015 9:09:54 GMT -5
This time, Kylin really did hurl his tonfa straight at his apparent sacrifice, and for all intents and purposes, he wanted it to hit. Hopefully in the most painful place imaginable. He didn't care if it wasn't Cinthos' own opinion; he hadn't even wanted to hear a word of that nonsense. Except maybe he did care.
For about the first time in about a week, the raven felt listless, all his previous energy draining out of him. He wanted to do nothing more than to sleep for perhaps a century.
"I don't want to hear what other people think," the fighter snapped, finally getting back to his feet unsteadily. He had always thought Cinthos was above the mindless sheep attending the school, but apparently not, and if his sacrifice was just another drone who would spout only what other people told him to, then he didn't really want to be anywhere near the other kid.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he realized that he felt disappointed, but he refused to acknowledge that thought.
Haggardly, the smaller boy turned back to his locker and wasted no time in getting into a spare t-shirt before slamming the storage compartment shut, locking it, and turning to leave. He paused only to retrieve his fallen weapons, stowing them into the duffel bag he'd brought with him. Normally, weapons were against school rules, but Kylin had already broken a few, especially with the bird he was housing in his dorm room.
"Have a good evening." With those curt words, the sophomore departed from the locker room. He hadn't even bothered using a derogatory term. The fighter just didn't want to be in the vicinity anymore, not when his—for lack of better terms—soulmate had... Had... Just proven himself one of the flock. | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos Oh boy. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 16:16:20 GMT -5
A queer mixture of laughter and groans curdled out! Agh! Right in the gut! Impact practically imploded against clenching abdominals, resonating a hollow thud before the projectile weapon sprung to the floor. Its little dance chimed thrice. Following after that was the grating shout of metal against metal, and cotton shuffling against flesh. Upon looking up to see that ashen expression, Cinthos’ ears laid flat against his scalp. It was clear that Kylin was in a hurry to leave… ‘ It was just a joke…’ he wanted to croak, but no words came out. Lips didn’t even visibly sound out the syllables. And then he was gone. Out of sight, but not out of mind. So… He couldn’t connect with his ‘soulmate’ after all. * * * Rejection. It stung like a bitch; actually, no: more like a hive of terrified hornets. Had there been time for self-pity, it would’ve been taken. Maybe it should’ve been taken, but that night Cinthos found himself standing before 4K of Massey – Kylin’s room – with him balancing against the dorm frame. It was dark. Quiet. A few fighters passed him by, chortling to themselves. Once their footsteps disappeared behind the click of a closing door, Cinthos took the liberty of speaking: “We’re together because of that bird,” he began. He didn’t even know if Kylin was on the other side… which actually made it easier to speak: “We’ve crossed paths plenty of times before, but neither of us got that letter till afterward. “People can argue that it’s fate. Well, if it’s fate then that means our greatest downfall is our is greatest attribute: our freedom. And ‘cuz o’ that, ‘Fate’ is basically saying that we’ll never work well together. So unless you’d rather throw yourself a pity-party and sulk, I suggest we prove this Fate wrong.” Cinthos was greeted by quietude. Still, he lingered… If after a few breaths – there being no sign of acknowledgement – he’d then leave for his own dorm. ♡
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 10, 2015 0:06:00 GMT -5
Despite being two years younger than legal age, Kylin wanted a drink. Something strong, something that'd knock him out. Something that made it so he didn't have to think about unnecessary things for a while. It was far quicker than falling asleep, and he was sure he wouldn't mind the killer headache that would come tomorrow.
Curled under his covers, trying for all the world to sleep, Kylin's eyes slit open when Bird made a small chirp and flew for the closed door. The raven ignored it; it could do what it wanted, after all. That didn't mean he didn't feel a little betrayed though, and he rolled over, even more determined to get himself to shut down for a while.
When Cinthos' voice drifted through the door, however, the sophomore bolted upright and flat out stared at the wooden barrier. What was the idiot doing now? The junior was supposed to be in his building by now– It was probably better for both of them if he just ignored the boy and hoped he had the sense to get back to his own room by the time curfew came.
From by the door, Bird made another small chirp, sounding miserable enough that even Kylin couldn't help but yank his covers off and lurch to his feet. It wasn't because this was his so-called sacrifice, who had cared enough to come and tried to settle things down between them. It was just to make sure that Lazarus senior didn't get the idiot in trouble because of him.
Throwing the door open, Kylin shot the forlorn teen a terribly unimpressed look and then proceeded to drag the other into the safety of his room. "Sap," the fighter grumbled under his breath as he did, along with a string of half-hearted curses directed at both Bird, who looked extremely smug for something as small as a fucking fluff ball, and the boy who'd landed on his doorstep.
After running out of things to say in English, the teen switched to Chinese and then even to the little Japanese he knew. And then when he was finally done with those, he fell silent, shifting uncertainly on his feet. By then, he had retreated to his own side of the room and was staring at the junior with a mixture of suspicion and defensiveness.
"Don't get this wrong," Kylin finally huffed, though his malice rang false even to his own ears. If he had still had his ears and tail, they would have bristled, but thankfully, they were gone and out of his life. "I just don't need you shaming our name by getting caught in the wrong building at the wrong time." Which had to be the weakest excuse he had ever made, but... The teen threw a wary glare for an extra measure, eyes demanding an answer as to why the other teen was here. | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos Dorks, the both of them, but that's what I love about them. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 1:03:46 GMT -5
“Shaming our name?” Cinthos – in spite of his heartfelt speech – leant against the door with a smirk that reviled the bird’s own. Tail swished along the floor – fur catching on the neutral carpet – whilst ears laid back and finger grazed over lip, something he did when itching for a cigarette. “Not bending or breaking the rules is what’d shame our name. I’m willin’ t’bet that everybody’s expecting it…
“But if you’re so concerned, I can stay here for the night,” he grinned. “It’s not like I go to class all that often anyway.”
Right then, Cinthos pushed himself off the door and skulked about the room. He was mindful to those foreign hisses but that’s all they were: hisses. So brazenly, Cinthos plopped down on the bed opposing Kylin’s own. His body bounced twice upon impact. “Looks like you don’t have a roomie yet so there shouldn’t be a problem.”
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 10, 2015 2:53:54 GMT -5
Kylin almost snorted at the other teen. So Cinthos wasn't entirely lost on how complex the name "Cageless" was, but it wasn't as simple as not following all the rules set out for them. Sure, rules and laws were limiters, per se, but they were based on morals, and nobody could ever be free of those unless they were sociopathic or something. Kylin truly truly hoped that neither of them were.
But that wasn't the point, the point was, even he didn't think that true freedom really existed. And wasn't that a troubling thought?
"You think just breaking the rules makes you free?" the sophomore asked, raising a single brow before he snorted and turned away, arms crossing over his chest. "In a way, I suppose you're right, but it's never that simple." It was all about perspective, though the teen wasn't about to expand on such a complicated train of thought. Cinthos could ponder it out on his own, if he hadn't already.
Then the fighter near about bristled again. "When did I ever say I was concerned?" he shot back, trying not to sound as defensive as he was when the—his, not his—sacrifice took the initiative to settle himself into the bed on the opposite side of the room. Kylin swore it was his lack of sleep that was making him act so childish, because Kylin Wu was not and did not act like trash.
Instead, he eyed his temporary roommate speculatively, mind already back on business. "If you need something to change into, then I should have something that fits." Nodding to himself (and privately noting with hidden glee that the junior wasn't that much taller than he was) he waved towards the small shared bathroom, wordlessly letting his guest use it first. | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos No worries! Somehow, I hope everything works out between these two. And fuck, Kylin is suddenly on the road to tsundere. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 3:05:48 GMT -5
There it was. Angst seemed to wane with receding ocean waves, though its return was as inevitable as ebbing tides. That small smirk persistently remained on Cinthos’ pallid face, yet its appearance was a lot softer than before. “Y’didn’t have to say it,” sighed he. “And everything’s complicated if you make it out to be. For instance,” as voice trailed off, wrists crossed at the hems of his uniform shirt and pulled it up over head. It, along with his soiled tank, were semi-neatly crumpled on the floor. “I don’t need your clothes.” The falling of his pants (which then coiled around socked ankles) sounded just before the shoes and socks were kicked off.
In a matter seconds, CInthos was already comfortably lounging in his achromatic plaid boxer shorts. Getting ready for bed was that simple. The bed rocked to him jumping back on it, springing his lounging figure for a lingering few seconds.
Admittedly… it was a bit chilly, so getting under the covers came about rather promptly. The thin duvet was brought just under chin, leaving only mischievous eyes and a wicked smile left to be seen… along with his ears, but they remained unfazed.
Well, he is at that age~. Lol. ♡
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 10, 2015 20:23:53 GMT -5
A smack sounded as Kylin facepalmed when his senior stripped about as easily as one would count to three. Did his roommate have no shame? Okay granted, they had both been in the locker room half naked already but still. This was a different setting. "I meant for in the morning, you pig," the sophomore sniped, rolling his eyes as he pointedly ignored the mess now on his floor. He'd let the boy off for now, but that habit wasn't going to stay forever. Not when he was living with Kylin, anyway.
...Wait, no, there wasn't going to be a next time.
…Probably.
After ordering Bird to keep an eye on the mischievous-eyed cat hiding in bed (and to attack if necessary), the raven headed to the bathroom to wash up, making sure to be quick about it because even with Bird around, he wouldn’t trust a basically naked Cinthos farther than he could throw him. Especially after he’d seen that positively wicked smile peeking out from under the covers.
Ducking back out of the bathroom, now in just dark-colored boxers and a white v-neck, Kylin shot towards his bed like a rocket, stuffing his clothes onto his dresser and turning off the lights while he was at it. Then, he proceeded to make a nest of blankets, limbs curling towards his body in an effort to retain heat. Nights were always cold, and he'd been smart to bring an extra blanket to stay warm with. Bird flew back to nestle by his head, and he sighed.
"Night," he muttered, before turning his back to the other bed. Cinthos had better not do anything stupid during the night, but he wasn't exactly keen on watching another guy sleep—or his digital alarm clock, for that matter—so that was that. | ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS @cinthos omf Cinthos IS SO PRECIOUS |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 21:03:49 GMT -5
Chuckles chattered yet words did not follow. They were unnecessary, and so the soundtrack of rushing water and rustling clothes devoured what was left of Quietude. Kylin was dressing, Cinthos was nestling. By the time his earless companion sauntered back in, the lights were out and eyes were closed. Cheek burrowed against pillow whilst arms cradled ‘round. Already Sleep was knocking at the door. However, he managed a quiet “ Goodnight.” * * * Morning dew shown through. Its ethereal essence pouring in by a single window. Periwinkle blues were swept away by pale sienna and docile pink hues. Subtle yellow even brazenly brightened lumps of cotton, along with the scrunched faces they bundled. A quiet groan resonated within a groggy throat… but it seemed there was no will to waken, not yet at least. Cinthos was lying over the bed’s ledge: back to the carpeted flooring, legs sprawled on mattress, and a stream of blankets cascading down with him. He tried to shift – to no avail. After much persistence, this boy ended up crumpling entirely onto the floor! Where he curled up – blankets entangled – and sulked to the cold that lapped and exposed flesh. Eyes remained closed but his senses had been woken. His body animatedly flailed and shifted to rearrange the blankets so that they would cover him wholesomely. …And then he went back to sleep… Till the alarm clock crowed, that is. Kylin Wu, ha ha. Let me know if I need to add or deduct anything. ♡
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 11, 2015 0:23:39 GMT -5
| bare my skin
count my sins, close my eyes, take it in |
"You are in pain, take your life, take your life with–"
A hand snaked out of a pile of blankets, fumbling to cut off the voice roaring about cocaine of all things. Silence filled the room again.
The clock read 5:18.
Patiently, Bird pecked at its keeper, all but used to this morning routine. After about a good minute, a groan sounded and the fluff ball flew away to dodge the irritated swipe of a hand. With a heave, Kylin sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed. He slumped there for a while, shivering as he let the cold drag him out of Hypnos' clutches.
Then he was on his feet, stumbling into the bathroom. A lazy kick was aimed at the body on the floor as he passed, if it wasn't already up and running. Silence again, save for the sound of rushing water. About half an hour later, Kylin was done with his shower and everything else, ready to go get breakfast. It was early, but not that early when it came to cafeteria hours. | 000 WORDS @cinthos MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
NOTES: hello new template. no need to add or deduct anything uwu
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 6:12:08 GMT -5
A long and agonising groan muled out from within a cotton cocoon. Which had, mind you, absorbed the force of jabbing toes. ‘Ugh, Jackass… It seemed Cinthos’ nest protected him from a lot things… all but morning breath that wafted within thanks to an equally long and agonising yawn. It was repulsive enough to pop his puffy, squinted face out of some folds. The morning hue bleached him out and only made eyes strain with tire.
He should go back to bed. Spend some quality time with the floor. Ugh, but the sound of water made him have to pee…
One sniffle, two later and Cinthos was up and standing, albeit no straighter than the Hunchbag of Notre Dame. He remained cocooned by blankets as he waddled – half blinded by sleepiness – into the bathroom.
But Kylin was occupying it. Whine. So with a sigh, Cinthos waddled back out and leant against the door frame – eyes still closed – whilst nuzzling at the wood. “Hurry up,” he groaned, “I have piiiiss…”
…He ended up relieving himself while Kylin was still bathing. Flushed it even, too.
That seemed to help wake up the intruder (yet he still didn’t dare look at the clock). As this wasn’t his room, he neither showered or brushed his teeth, he merely dressed in yesterday’s clothes. “I’m gonna head back to my dorm”–he left the tie unfastened–“and sleep. It’s 2A, if you need anything… I’ll see you later.”
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