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Who: Cosmas, Asellus, Shu.
When: This morning~.
Where: Shu's home.
Rating: Probable R.
Warnings: Non-graphic sex. ♥
Summary: Shu comes home~.
The door was opened quietly, shut quietly in the still-fairly-early hours of the morning, the sunrise just beginning to pierce through the grey-white clouds outside, turning the snow gold. Staying the night at Sunde had been a pleasant change, an opportunity to forget a lot of the problems that were sure to plague him this morning - though the mattress, lumpy and uncomfortable, left much to be desired. However, there was something infinitely more familiar about coming to one's own home and seeing everything in its rightful place, familiar and safe.
Shu let out a low sigh, peeling off his coat and scarf and wrapping them both over the hanger, kicking off his shoes and padding his way in silently. Asellus was probably still asleep; it was unusually quiet - aside from the chorusing mewling of what felt like a hundred hungry cats eager for breakfast, winding their way around his feet. Rear Admiral Whiskers particularly looked disapproving, perched on the top of the chair with a 'and where were you last night?' look on his face.
Shu was not used to being made to feel guilty by cats.
Alright, feed the chats, but better to check in on Asellus first. Just to see that she was alright, getting rest. Yes. Asellus, then cat food. Then tea. Tea was terribly desirable. Then plan. He had a lot of planning to do, a lot of reports to write, a lot of letters to mail out, would probably need to get to the office first thing today...
A short trip up the steps - cats hot on his heels, urging him on - and he was pushing open her door to peer in.
When: This morning~.
Where: Shu's home.
Rating: Probable R.
Warnings: Non-graphic sex. ♥
Summary: Shu comes home~.
The door was opened quietly, shut quietly in the still-fairly-early hours of the morning, the sunrise just beginning to pierce through the grey-white clouds outside, turning the snow gold. Staying the night at Sunde had been a pleasant change, an opportunity to forget a lot of the problems that were sure to plague him this morning - though the mattress, lumpy and uncomfortable, left much to be desired. However, there was something infinitely more familiar about coming to one's own home and seeing everything in its rightful place, familiar and safe.
Shu let out a low sigh, peeling off his coat and scarf and wrapping them both over the hanger, kicking off his shoes and padding his way in silently. Asellus was probably still asleep; it was unusually quiet - aside from the chorusing mewling of what felt like a hundred hungry cats eager for breakfast, winding their way around his feet. Rear Admiral Whiskers particularly looked disapproving, perched on the top of the chair with a 'and where were you last night?' look on his face.
Shu was not used to being made to feel guilty by cats.
Alright, feed the chats, but better to check in on Asellus first. Just to see that she was alright, getting rest. Yes. Asellus, then cat food. Then tea. Tea was terribly desirable. Then plan. He had a lot of planning to do, a lot of reports to write, a lot of letters to mail out, would probably need to get to the office first thing today...
A short trip up the steps - cats hot on his heels, urging him on - and he was pushing open her door to peer in.