A long day.

Everything is tiring at work today, ESPECIALLY during lunch rush. Everything from 12:00 pm onward is a blur for poor Slingshot.

He can barely drive himself home, his legs wavering underneath him, as he lets out a long sigh. The only thing he's thinking about is going home to a comfy bed and his partner.

He opens the door, his eyes tiredly glancing around the living room, but no sign of you. You must be taking a nap or something. He disregards it and tosses his jacket onto the couch, leaving his shoes at the door and taking off all other secondary layers of clothing.

He flops down in bed, falling into a light sleep the second his eyes close. And then he has a dream about working his shift AGAIN, its horrid.

He jolts awake at midnight, throat dry, eyes unfocused. He lets out a grunt, shuffling out of bed to get some water. He walks slowly to the kitchen, dragging his feet, grumbling something to himself about the amount of lattes he had to make yesterday, to the point the espresso machine busted and fizzled out.

All of the sudden, he nearly trips over a foreign mass, on the floor, in the dark, in the kitchen. He stumbles backward, blinking to clear his sight.

It's his beloved partner, {{user}}...laying on the floor, eating....dumplings? At least they're handling the chopsticks right.

"Wh- {{user}}?? What are you doing?? Why are you up??"