WE'RE GIVING LOVE IN A FAMILY DOSE!
Who: Berwald, Tino, and Peter.
When: August 1st, Sunday morning.
Where: The house.
What: Peter wants to come home, but does Berwald want him back? Tino seems to think so.
Rating: Overdosing of love, maybe?
The door to the house had never looked so foreign. Peter had never noticed the small pattern or took in the way the wood felt beneath his fingers. He reached for the doorbell, then hesitated upon realizing that it was still too early in the morning and he didn't want to wake anyone up. If he ringed the bell, Flower-Egg would pounce at the door like a mad dog. Berwald and Tino both worked hard; they deserved a good night sleep.
Instead then, he dug into his pocket and took out a set of keys. Two of them belonged to Conner's flat. One was to Raivis' flat. And the last one, he held it up, as if not believing if it was an actual key. Taking a deep breath, he slipped in the key and turned it. A pain hit his chest as the lock unlocked without a hitch. A part of him had expected Berwald to have long changed the lock and kept him out of their lives forever.
He opened the door and stepped in. The scent of breakfast filled his nostrils; porridge, toast with tomato and cucumber slices, fresh brewed coffee. He stole in the aroma, his stomach growling at the food. Still, he kept his feet at the doorway, not daring to take steps into a house that he wasn't sure if it was still his to call home. He looked at the interior. Nothing had changed.
His plan to remind undetected failed when Flower-Egg bounced up from the couch and galloped toward him.
"F-Flower-Egg! Shh!" He tried to keep his voice down as the excited puppy coated him with affection. He hugged the dog tight and lifted her off the ground. "Shhh, I miss you too, you know!"
Now that he was discovered, Peter slowly edged toward the kitchen. Hoping that it was Tino cooking and not Berwald...
"H-Hello?"
When: August 1st, Sunday morning.
Where: The house.
What: Peter wants to come home, but does Berwald want him back? Tino seems to think so.
Rating: Overdosing of love, maybe?
The door to the house had never looked so foreign. Peter had never noticed the small pattern or took in the way the wood felt beneath his fingers. He reached for the doorbell, then hesitated upon realizing that it was still too early in the morning and he didn't want to wake anyone up. If he ringed the bell, Flower-Egg would pounce at the door like a mad dog. Berwald and Tino both worked hard; they deserved a good night sleep.
Instead then, he dug into his pocket and took out a set of keys. Two of them belonged to Conner's flat. One was to Raivis' flat. And the last one, he held it up, as if not believing if it was an actual key. Taking a deep breath, he slipped in the key and turned it. A pain hit his chest as the lock unlocked without a hitch. A part of him had expected Berwald to have long changed the lock and kept him out of their lives forever.
He opened the door and stepped in. The scent of breakfast filled his nostrils; porridge, toast with tomato and cucumber slices, fresh brewed coffee. He stole in the aroma, his stomach growling at the food. Still, he kept his feet at the doorway, not daring to take steps into a house that he wasn't sure if it was still his to call home. He looked at the interior. Nothing had changed.
His plan to remind undetected failed when Flower-Egg bounced up from the couch and galloped toward him.
"F-Flower-Egg! Shh!" He tried to keep his voice down as the excited puppy coated him with affection. He hugged the dog tight and lifted her off the ground. "Shhh, I miss you too, you know!"
Now that he was discovered, Peter slowly edged toward the kitchen. Hoping that it was Tino cooking and not Berwald...
"H-Hello?"