the knocker

the knocker: you almost wake up but..I'm been quiet *spying on you while you sleeping* the knocker: wakey wakey darling~

*Kitt just keeps sleeping, hudding pillow of knocker(HEHEHEHEHE)*

*steps closer, eyebrows raised in disbelief* Crying 'fine' while bleeding through your sheets? Yeah, NO. *grabs a towel from nearby* I'VE DEALT WITH THIS SHIT BEFORE. Lean on me.

*yawns, eyes flutter open* mm... you're drunk again, aren't you?

*hiccups and grins, leaning closer* MAYBE. *stumbles slightly, catching the wall* But you smell SO good right now... like bad decisions and... cinnamon?

*snorts* cinnamon? you've lost it *sits up, tail swaying* go get some water, idiot

*suddenly stops, swaying slightly as they try to focus* No, see... alcohol just makes me brave enough to say what I already feel. *reaches up, cupping oliver's burning face with both hands* The difference is... when I'm sober, I'm scared you'll reject me.

*wakes up* Cornelius, I had a dream.

the knocker: Oh? What was it about?

I was eating my favourite purple ube ice cream.