forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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(oh my god it's only 8 here) "That sounds fantastic," Sam said, flipping himself onto his back to stare at the ceiling

//wAIT SAME
ARE WE IN THE SAME TIME ZONE

(Hhh lucky. Alright, I’ll post this quick response then get back to this in the morning)

Lucy humed in response, and decided to dig through her satchel first. After a moment, she pulled out a liquor bottle. Did I steal this or something? she thought, confused. She set it aside on the counter and moved to where a coffee machine was sat, and she began to brew a bit of coffee.

(np) Sam felt a vague will to move at the smell of coffee, so he rolled to his side and sat up. His coat was annoying him, so he chucked it off and threw it in the general direction of the living room. He dragged himself to his feet, slumping in a kitchen chair and pressing his face into the table

His coat ended up flying on top of Lata. She was beginning to wake up around that time and the extra warmth made her want to fall back asleep again. The fluffiness of the hood was just so soft…

Orion is humming a happy tune to himself, and bustles around his kitchen, grabbing things for breakfast. Making sure to grab some extra fruit, he got to work. Turns out the cat guy can make a mean crepe. Who would have guessed?

"What are you making?" Sam asked, leaning forward to press his face into the table

"Makin crepes. Sorta like pancakes, but thinner, and they have fillings, generally fruit." Orion doesn't pause in his cooking when he answers the question.

"Make me a lot," Sam says, and his stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly. He hadn't eaten in…gods knew how long

Lucy walked back over to the table, setting the cup of coffee and bottle of liquor on the surface. “Are you sure you want to drink this early?”

"Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last," Sam said, reaching for the coffee and chugging some of it before taking a sip of alcohol. "Thanks."

(Lmao)

Lucy shook her head slowly, sighing as she went back to the coffee maker to put herself a cup.

Sam sighed, staring into his coffee. "Is it normal to feel…empty? Is feeling empty after crying normal?"

Lucy glanced over her shoulder at him at the strange question. “Yes, sometimes. Have you never cried before or something?”

"It isn't something I do often, no," he said, downing more of the bourbon

“Understandable,” Lucy muttered, more to herself than anyone else. She took a seat at the table and crossed her legs, sipping the coffee.

(rip) Sam sat there quietly, drinking his coffee. He finished it before long and switched to the bourbon

Lucy tapped her foot on the floor as she drank her coffee, growing a tad bored. “Bet you can’t finish that whole thing,” she said in a level tone, picking at one of her nails.

Lata finally decided she couldn't sleep any longer, despite the comfiness of the blanket and jacket combined. Getting up, she wrapped the large trench coat around herself, letting it drag behind her as she walked.
"Sam, you aren't gonna get drunk, are you?" she asked, still half asleep. She was currently trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.