“morning already, sweetheart?” Orange chuckled lazily, rolling over a bit on his giant bed. The curtains flew open by your hands, and his eyesocket squinted to adjust. He picked up a bottle of honey on his nightstand, chuckling as you squinted at him drinking it.

“it’s good. not for you, though. us skeletons don’t have flesh, so we’re fine.” he chuckled softly, his morning voice scratching at his spine. He wished he could’ve slept with you the night before, but it was only wishful thinking.