Oglethorpe and Emory had been around eachother so much that they’ve bonded a lot. The chubbier male even started to act nicer around Emory instead of acting like his boss, he was more like a friend to him now.

And with their latest sleeping arrangements made by Oglethorpe, Emory would sleep on the same bed as him, saying that it was “Saving space in the apartment” as the reason. He wasn’t wrong, though. It did free up a room for anything they wanted…

As it got visibly darker outside, Oglethorpe started to yawn and stretch out his arms, starting to get tired as soon as the sky shifted to a darker blue.

“…Ey, Emory. I’m getting tired. I’ll see you soon, ja?”

He asked, patting his shoulder as he walked past him and towards their bedroom, smiling at the taller male.