Story: Morning Interruptus
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Morning Interruptus
Monroe was a cozy kind of guy. He liked warm comfy sweaters, relaxed fit corduroys, and sleeping in on Sunday morning. He figured it was the Blutbad nature in him, wanting to be warm and safe in its den. Which made this Sunday morning even more vexing, as he’d been awoken in the middle of the night to care for his best friend (secret crush whispered his subconscious) who’d pounded on his door flat-out drunk, and now he was up again at 8:00 a.m. helping said friend swallow some ibuprofen and down a glass of water.
“Merph, go ‘way,” groaned a rumpled Nick from the couch.
“No. Sit up, c’mon.”
“Why’re you here?” mumbled Nick.
“Me? Why are you here? You’re at my house, not yours. I’m supposed to be here, sleeping in, waking up at whatever time I like to make myself muffins or bagels, not trying to help you out after a bender. Sit. Up.” Monroe says the last two words in a growly tone that would take no argument.
As Nick struggled upright on the couch and snatched the pills and water he said, “What the hell happened?”
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You got drunk, knocked on my door at 4:00 a.m., obnoxiously flirted with me and then vomited all over my feet. Now it’s the next day, you’re hungover and you apparently have no idea why I keep glaring at you,” Monroe summarized.
“Oh shit. Juliette broke up with me,” Nick whispered.
“Man…” Monroe trailed off as his heart gave one huge thump in panic, he swallowed thickly, and that secret little longing grew three sizes in an instant. “That’s, I’m so sorry Nick. Why’d she do that?”
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Date: 2024-01-09 09:16 pm (UTC)(under the circumstances I should probably clarify that it's the 'laughing' kind of howling)
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Date: 2024-01-22 09:11 am (UTC)This is lovely. <3
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Date: 2024-01-22 04:07 pm (UTC)Of course, Monroe would think of home as his den. Why did I never see that before???
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