Bastian rubbed at his eyes, groaning as he did so. He was starting to feel like shit for no good reason, and all he wanted to do was melt into the couch. He laid there for a minute before forcing himself to get up, ambling into his room before flopping onto the bed. He couldn't even remember what day it was anymore
Corbin huffed as he whistled for Orion, who came padding in a few moments later. He moved so he was under the covers and laying down. Orion hopped up onto the bed, laying next to Corbin.
Bastian kicked his shoes off before crawling under the covers. He all but sank into the overly fluffy sheets, throwing them up over his head and practically burying himself in the ridiculous amount of blankets and pillows
(Should we do a time skip?)
(sure)
(Okay)
Corbin’s alarm clock went off early the next morning. He yawned, giving a tired hum as he rolled over, switching it off. He laid there for a moment longer before sitting himself up. Orion was already awake, laying by his feet now towards the end of the bed. He reached down, giving the dog’s head a pat before forcing himself up and out of bed.
Bastian's morning hadn't been very pleasant. Normally he would sleep in until almost lunch time, but a particularly vivid nightmare had ended up wrenching him from his sleep at roughly five in the morning. He was on his fourth cup of coffee, and had kept his pet ball python wrapped around his neck comfortingly almost all morning
Corbin didn’t use his crutch to walk into the kitchen as his leg didn’t ache bad at the moment. He simply carried it as Orion padded close behind him. He made himself a cup of coffee, sitting down at his kitchen table to drink it.
Bastian sipped his coffee, his head throbbing a bit from being hungover. He finished his coffee with a sigh before walking into the kitchen. "Looks like it's time to feed you, huh?" he said to the snake, which seemed to perk up at the mention of food
Corbin continued to sip his coffee, looking over to make sure that Orion had some food and water in his bowls. He gave a soft noise, looking over where a small slip of paper was sitting on the nearby counter. Bastian’s number, he thought, recalling the drunk man from the night before.
Bastian reached into the fridge, pulling out a tub of mice. He grabbed one and popped it in the microwave to defrost it while his python looked around with its tongue stuck out a bit dorkily. "Don't worry Monty, you just have to wait a few minutes," he chuckled
Corbin wondered if he should call Bastian, but decided against it. He wouldn’t, at least not at the moment. He might do it later, possibly, if he was in the mood to. He eventually finished his coffee and stood with a grunt, walking over to the sink to wash it clean.
The microwave beeped, and Bastian walked into his room to set Monty down in his cage. He returned for the mouse, which he took into his room and grabbed with a pair of tweezers. He held it in front of Monty, who almost immediately grabbed it. Bastian smiled, closing the cage before setting the tweezers aside
After washing the mug, Corbin went back into his bedroom. He got undressed, changing into a simple tshirt and a pair of fitting jeans. He went into the joint bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should shave the stubble.
Sighing, Bastian ran a hand through his hair. He glanced down at himself, realizing he should probably change out of the clothes he had slept in. Not feeling like changing into decent clothes, he simply got undressed and slipped into a pair of sweatpants
Corbin huffed, deciding that the stubble looked better on him then a clean shaven face. He heard a whine, and looked over to see Orion sitting in the doorway. “Have to go out, boy?” He asked, the dog’s ears perking. He brushed his teeth quickly before leading Orion outside to the fenced in backyard.
Bastian flopped back against the sheets, tangling up in the messy covers. He was slightly hungry but didn't feel like eating. He was still a bit nauseous from his nightmare, and spending the morning hunched over a trash can wasn't too appealing
Corbin watched Orion bound out onto the lawn and he followed at a slower pace. He eased himself down gingerly, sitting in the freshly cut grass. He had an old friend come over once a week, maybe every other week, and cut his grass. He couldn’t cut it because pushing the lawnmower over his slightly big lawn was terrible on his bad leg.
Bastian sighed, rubbing a hand through his messy hair as he looked up at the ceiling. He probably should take a shower, but just the thought of water made him more nauseous. After all, it would be easy to slip and drown again
Corbin threw a tennis ball for Orion for a few minutes before he thought of Bastian again. He was acting so stupid, all the guy had wanted to do was hookup. But he was attractive…
Eventually Bastian just growled and got to his feet. "I am a grown man, I should not be afraid of some god damn water," he muttered to himself. He walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, though almost immediately turned it off again. He stared bitterly at it for a minute before reaching out to turn it on again. He stopped before he could touch the handle, and he swore before padding out of the bathroom
Corbin huffed in defeat, pushing to his feet with a labored grunt, limping back inside. He picked up his cellphone, reading over the number as he dialed it into his cellphone before calling.
Bastian nearly jumped when he heard his phone ring. He walked over to the bed, flopping down on it before checking the caller ID. It wasn’t in his contacts. Huh. A hookup, maybe? He picked up the phone, clearing his throat quietly before answering. “Bastian speaking.”
“This is Corbin, you happened to give me your number last night,” Corbin answered. He leaned back against the counter, his knee beginning to ache a bit more.
“Corbin…Corbin…Oh! Right, yeah. Army boy,” Bastian said with a small chuckle. “Sorry. Not good with names.”