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BIG THANK I POSTED AND THEN REALIZED I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO WHAT I PLANNED ON WRITING FOR THAT CHAPTER SO HEY COOL
BIG THANK I POSTED AND THEN REALIZED I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO WHAT I PLANNED ON WRITING FOR THAT CHAPTER SO HEY COOL
also I finally figured out how to write big so I am now a god
I'M FUCKING LAUGHING THAT WAS ME WHEN I LEARNED HOW TO DO IT TOO
i swear to god tho if the next chapter opens with jean bridal-carrying an unconscious anubis,
Party Drunk Jean AU!
Jean doesn't smile very often. At least, not when he's sober. We hadn't found a decent paying job in a while so Jean decided to enjoy his break. Jean may be an addict, but he's responsible when it comes to getting drunk; he stays at his house. However, tonight, he went to a club first. I suggested I come with him to avoid him drunk driving but he ensured me he'll be fine, which was probably a lie. I shrugged it off and decided to get some things done. First, I took on a minor hacking job to get some practice in; not that I needed any, but I was bored. I was interrupted by Prince's meowing for dinner, so I prepared him a meal from the hidden fish flavored cat food.
I eye the piano that sat in the living room. Something about Jean is that his gift-giving skills are so unpredictable. Every year for Christmas he'll get me another computer mouse, but once he learned I play piano he hauled in a huge ass grand piano into his house and pretended to be mad at me for four days so that I couldn't go to his house until Christmas.
I blink my eyes to find I was sitting on the bench in front of the piano. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to play a few notes.
I straighten up my posture and lift the lid over the keys, Prince finishing his food and quickly hopping onto the cover. I turn my wrists and stretch my hands out for a moment, watching Prince find a comfortable spot. I didn't really plan on playing anything in particular, but as soon as I closed my eyes and pressed the keys, the notes seemed to flow well enough. Prince curled into a ball and quickly fell asleep to the song, breathing heavily.
I'm not sure how much time had passed, I realized I hadn't looked at the clock since Jean left, but I heard Jean unlocking the door. I scramble to stand up and close the lid as he opens the door and stumbles inside.
He locks eyes with me as a huge grin grows upon his face, raising a finger at me.
"You're playing jus now, weren'chu?"
He drops his keys on the floor and leans against the wall to mask the fact that he can barely hold himself up at the moment.
"What does it matter? Anyway, how the hell did you drive yourself home?"
He opens his mouth to talk, his eyes falling away as if he forgot how or something. After a few moments of silence his eyes light up and he raises his finger again.
"I too…n Uber."
He utters, slurring his words and giving me a face that communicates I'm stupid for not knowing.
"You took an Uber? Is your location on?"
I snap, as if it matters. Jean shakes his head vigorously, which only causes him to grow more dizzy.
"No, I…" He starts, another grin filling his face. "I left it at, the club."
He nods at me, exaggeratedly gesturing for me to come over to him.
"Hey, I'm, like, really drunk r'now, can you…help me to my room?"
I roll my eyes and approach him, apprehensive considering the chances he could throw up on me. He really was wasted.
I grab his arm and wrap it over my shoulder, Prince watching intently from the piano. As we reach the hall, Jean waves to Prince.
"He 'njoys your piano playin', y'know."
I gaze at Prince as he lets out an affirmative, 'Meow' before we enter Jean's bedroom. Jean getting party drunk was never a common occurrence but when it did happen, it almost felt like talking to a completely different person. I didn't want to think of it as Jean's true self, because this part of him is just too far out of character for me to believe it's him. However, Jean's other versions of his drunk self touch into the inner parts of Jean that he never expresses. Is this just Jean's suppressed inner thoughts that remain in his subconscious?
I help him to his bed as he allows himself to fall onto the mattress, not bothering to put on the blankets. He immediately starts shooing me to leave the room, so I turn around to exit.
"Anubis?"
"Yeah?"
"You rival Mozart."
"Okay."
Aw! The bois having vaguely normal human interaction that doesn’t end in injury or death! So precious!
Lmao! u ever forget that's possible between those two shit heads bc me too
im FUKCING killing myself tht was so fucking cute also
Aw, thanks!
ITS ON HER INSTA !!!! @MOONYGAZER
Yay! I’m glad you like it!
jean: takes off his pants*
anubis: h. why do your socks have cat ears
jean, pulling out a gun: get the fuck out of my room
also cherish this Jean's Hair Down™ bc he only has it down when he's showering and sleeping idk how he manages
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