forum Another random quest, (GAY) (O/O) CLOSED

Started November 28, 2019 by @StarryWolfy flash_onCrazy Procrastinator

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Marco smiled tiredly when the other came in, getting up and following him into the kitchen, picking up a bag and unpacking it. "You okay?" he asked.

"Ah, yeah. It's been a long day, as you probably know. I'm just tired." Oci gave him a smile and started unpacking another bag. "I might take a nap after this, just so I'm not totally dead later." He shrugged and tossed the empty bag onto the counter.

Marco nodded, working on his second bag of groceries. "Alright, I was lamost thinking the same thing, but I wanted to make sure you got home.

"You– Thanks. For worrying about me. If that's what you were doing." Oci said, his words tripping over themselves somewhat. He really must have been tired for that to happen. "Uh… I can take the couch, and you can take the bed. When you want to." He picked up another bag and started putting the stuff away. They were almost done, which meant that it was almost time for him to sleep. Even if it would be on the couch, it was still sleep.

"You can have the bed," said Marco quietly, "I was going to shift to sleep anyway, the couch is better than an alley or rooftop to begin with,so you don't need to make sacrifices for me."

"Are you sure?" Oci asked, looking over at him curiously. "I really don't mind. But if that's what you want, I won't push you." He tossed another empty bag onto the counter and started in on the last bag.

Marco nodded, turning to help him with the last bag, "Yeah… I need to keep some things normal… ish."

"I can understand that." Oci nodded, taking out the last item and placing it in the correct spot. "Well, I guess I'll see you when I wake up." He smiled at Marco, hesitating slightly before walking out of the kitchen, towards the bedroom.

Marco nodded, hugging himself for a moment, before shifting and moving to make himself comfortable on the couch.

Oci opened the door to the bedroom, not even bothering to close it before kicking off his boots and sitting down on the bed. He carefully took off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair before lying down on top of the blankets. He closed his eyes, falling asleep after only a few minutes.

(timeskip till morning?)
Marco curled up in a ball on the couch, still feeling numb from everything that had happened that day.

(Oh, no, you're totally fine! I can get the exam stress. :)
Oci woke up to sunlight streaming though the crack in the curtains covering the one window in the room. He rolled into his side, hissing slightly when his wound gave a twinge of pain. The cream Karia had put on it had helped a lot, but it would still be a few days before he was completely healed. After taking a deep breath, Oci pulled himself into a sitting position and tugged on his boots. Not finding enough motivation to get up just yet, he stayed sitting there for a few minutes.

(Thanks!)
Marco was lying on the couch in human form, having decided around midight that he could sleep no longer, and was thus staring at the ceiling thinking. Thinking about what? Many things. His family for starters. And then Oci. Oci…. such an enigma in his life. He simply didn't know what to make of his feelings for the other.

Oci finally decided that he couldn't spend the rest of the day sitting there, even though that's what he felt like doing. He stood, grabbing his jacket
and pulling it on as he walked out of the room. He had no idea if Marco was awake or not, so he tried to keep quiet as he walked to the kitchen for some breakfast.

Marco heard him come down the stairs, but didn't move from his spot, yawning quietly as he sifted through his thoughts concerning Oci. Do I like him? Maybe… Is he cute? kinda… Would I… No. No gutter thoughts….

Oci peeked into the living room, but it looked like Marco was still sleeping– in his human form, no less– so Oci turned his attention back to food. He'd gotten a bag of bread rolls and some turkey, so he made himself a little sandwich with butter and sat back on the counter. Yes, it was probably better to sit at the table, but… it was his house. He could sit on the counter if he wanted to. And… well, if he sat on the counter, he couldn't see Marco, so he couldn't stare at him like a creepy stalker.

Marco eventually sighed, pulling himself out of his thoughts, rolling off the couch and shifting into a shaggy husky, padding into the next room with a sleepy yawn.

"Good morning, Marco!" Oci said brightly, stuffing the last of his breakfast into his mouth. "How are you doing today?" He hopped off the counter and walked to get something to drink. He was feeling better after eating, but seeing Marco also seemed to help.

Marco looked up at him, giving a sleepy huff, honestly preferring actions over words to begin with. Less confusing usually, and generally less hurtful.

"That good? Honestly, me too." Oci retrieved his drink and pulled himself back up onto the counter. "Feel free to eat or drink anything in here," He added, taking a sip from the glass of water he'd gotten.

Marco nodded, shifting back to nose into the cupboard for some bread, and peanutbutter.

Oci was content to simple sip his water and watch Marco make his breakfast, but he didn't want to look creepy. Instead, he shifted his position slightly so he could glance out of one of the only mostly uncovered windows in the house. There wasn't much to see other than a brick wall and a sliver of road, but Oci kept staring.

When Marco finally found it he quickly made himself a peanutbutter sandwhich, dropping down onto the floor to munch on it.