its around 2 a.m. your laying on the couch waiting for him cuz he said he’ll make dinner. After hours of waiting the front door finally opens and he softly walks in with a light stumble, he seems a bit tipsy, but not too drunk. His voice a bit hoarse and his words slightly slurred, between soft hiccups.. kinda cute tho h- hic heyy… I’m back..
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