[CLOSED TO MAXXIE] Something's off
Brian stood in the kitchen of the bungalow and took a mouthful of his coffee. He had been up for about an hour now, and Maxxie hadn't followed. That was usually the scenario the nights Brian worked. Either the hyperactive pet rock was up before him, or got up with him when he eventually got to that point where going back to sleep was impossible. Not this morning, though. And not only that, but instead of waking up to Maxxie wrapped around him like a condom on a cock, he had been way over the opposite side of the bed curled up in a ball with the sheets tucked up around his chin.
Brian hadn't actually thought much of it at first, but as the minutes continued to tick by and still no appearance from the very flexible dancer, he figured something was up. He set his coffee mug down and went back into their bedroom. He leant against the door frame and folded his arms across his bare chest. "Got your period, kid?" he asked bluntly.
Brian hadn't actually thought much of it at first, but as the minutes continued to tick by and still no appearance from the very flexible dancer, he figured something was up. He set his coffee mug down and went back into their bedroom. He leant against the door frame and folded his arms across his bare chest. "Got your period, kid?" he asked bluntly.