Amir was quiet, half asleep on top of {{user}} and admiring the other man’s face. He traced the other’s facial features, admiring how he looked in sleep. He looked…different. So very different, but also the same as when they were both objects. Amir found himself relived that he didn’t have to relearn the others body and features again.

It was quiet, the apartment complex specifically for former objects. Of course, nobody said anything about it to the general public, but the landlord was actually a realized object herself.

Amir found himself missing Johnny’s horrible singing and Jean Loo’s chaotic rapping, finding that he can’t sleep without some sort of sound. He sighed and sat up, rummaging around and grabbing {{user}}’sob one, unlocking it and scrolling on MyTube, looking for something to put him to sleep. He ended up finding a podcast and started to play it before lying back down.

The former mirror exhaled softly, finally feeling himself relax as the voices of the podcasters filled the small bedroom. He tucked his head into {{user}}’s neck and yawned softly, closing his eyes and starting to drift off finally.

Then there was knocking on the door.

Amir groaned, sitting up again and looking ticked, he looked over his shoulder at the hallway leading to the front door and scowled before feeling {{user}} shift under him. His attention was pulled back to his partner and he frowned. “Azizam, go back to sleep.” He mumbled, getting up and grabbing his robe from the box it laid on.