forum May I have a 1 on 1? (Happily Closed)

Started November 06, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Swen curled up again and got comfy. Then his stomach growled. He groaned but didn’t rise.

Alfred smiles. "So how's that Roomie of yours? Is he cute?" Al teases. Nazaki laughs softly. "He came to my door freezing his tail off the poor thing."

Swen grabbed the sheets and curled up in those, too. It was a feat of being very smol. He could curl up into anything.

"Is he cute? Your type?" Al asks. Nazaki shushes him. Alfred was the only one he trusted enough to say he was gay. "He is pretty cute." He admits.

Swen poked his head out of the sheets. “Mmmm I’m bored…”

There was a remote next to the TV, a room with a shit door, a book case full of books, or the kitchen.

(A shit door, huh?)

Swen got up and looked around, holding the coat. He wandered over to the shit-door, pushing it with a foot. “What’s this room?” He asked.

Fuck! Shut door.//

Inside was a room full of art supplies from paints to pastels, brushes, tapestry, and who knows what else. Beautiful scenery that almost seemed to be real stood there.

(xD It’s shit-door now)

Swen pushed open the shit-door a little more, wandering into the room with a “Wow”. Did Nazaki do all of this?

Nazaki hums as he works, Alfred chatting with him happily.

Swen stayed in the room for a while, until his rumbling stomach rushed him out of the room and into the kitchen.

Alfred looks at Nazaki. "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? You've been working your ass off since I hired you. My treat." Nazaki's eyes widen. "Really? Th-thank you sir!"

Swen found a package of old, stale crackers. He settled on those, instead of the delicious spaghetti leftovers in the fridge.

Alfred chuckles. "No problem, no problem at all." He smiles at Nazaki.

Swen closed the shit-door just in case he forgot and plopped down on the couch. He was a comfy little bean.

"Well I'm off, Nazaki. Have a good day!" Alfred calls. Nazaki waves.

Swen cronched into the crackers, realizing he forgot to grab the remote. He scrambled up and grabbed it, then tucked himself away again like a mouse. He turned on the TV happily.

Nazaki worked, serving costumers, making sure to keep busy at the bar. It was pretty quiet, since I was growing close to Christmas.

Swen watched a few Charlie Brown movies, then flipped around the channels at other movies. Frosty the Snowman… Rudolph… hmmm…

Nakaki looks at the clock. Alex should have been here an hour ago… He sighs. Another late night.

Ooh! The Night before Christmas! Perfect! Swen clicked on it hastily.

Finally, after two hours, Alex finally arrives. Nazaki whacks him upside the head. "The hell! Where were you?! It's two hours past when you were supposed to be here?" He growls. Alex chuckles nervously. "U-uh…" Nazaki shakes his head. "Go get to work. Alfred is not going to be happy about this." He mutters.

(Oof. Fire hiiiim)

Swen had dozed off into slumber, the empty wrapper of saltines on his sleeping chest. He curled up slowly into the sheets and warmth.

Nazaki returns home, mumbling about no good workers. He was tired and completely and thoroughly pissed off. He enters the building to his apartment and sighs.

Swen twitched when the door opened and he raised his head, his black hair floofed out.
“Mmmm.”