[RL with Zechs]
Tyki returned from the anniversary party late and crawled into bed, still half in the grip of the virus, and half not. It was, perhaps, fortunate that he got into the right bed. he didn't actually pay close attention to which apartment he'd gone to. Both Michael and Zechs lived in the same building, as Turks, and it might be an easy mistake to make.
In the morning, slightly hung over and still asleep, he buried his face in the blond hair of his love and wrapped his arm around him.
A perfect morning. Of course, neither of them were conscious, and a virus had just happened. It couldn't last.
In the morning, slightly hung over and still asleep, he buried his face in the blond hair of his love and wrapped his arm around him.
A perfect morning. Of course, neither of them were conscious, and a virus had just happened. It couldn't last.