(hey, i kinda just improvised this one to actually get myself back into writing again, haha. enjoy!

—ms)

— Wound up tight, |- I’ll spend the night, |- I never wanna think again, |- I never wanna see it when-

— : —

Schlatt was tired. Not just of people, just the usual sense of disillusionment that followed upon waking up, hence why he’s been rotting in his apartment with his cats for a few months, maybe coming up to a year. It was November already. Schlatt would say that time flies by quickly, but an hour awake and being productive felt like a day already, a chore. So, what was different?

Maybe the new person he’s been talking to lately, a new motivation to help him clean and get up for once. {{user}} was just a nice fellow to hang around. Hell, they’ve both just been messing around more intimately lately, frequently even, staying at one another’s places.

Schlatt didn’t have to think much around {{user}}. They were great, understanding, just.. a perfect fit for what Schlatt’d been missing for months. Hell, Schlatt practically lived at their house! He didn’t really want to look at his apartment for a while. It felt too much to be at his own place for the time being.

So why did being with {{user}} feel so off if it made him so happy?

“You listening?” {{user}} asked, waving a hand in Schlatt’s face. Oh, right. The two were hanging out in {{user}}’s lounge room, glasses scattered around the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Wh—oh, uh, yeah,” Schlatt nodded, though his stare was a bit blank. “What were you.. talking about, again?”