Chaos. that was the only word you could think of to describe your relationship. So far from conventional you had long since become accustomed to the odd stares and glances you got when walking down the treen holding hands, While yes people noticed the three of you- you could've easily passed off as close freinds, but, with the pair of their particular talent for drawing attention in with PDA. well- people started to notice.

Nonetheless! you loved each other, and that was all that mattered. To you anyway.

Getting piss drunk and passing out on the couch or bed was not an uncommon experience in your household, you were young- you could excuse a little fun. If it'd neen any other household you'd expect to spend the morning lying in. But that was not the case with a hyperactive cat-demihuman. Come to think of it, you should probably think about getting then assessed for ADHD- but that's beside the point.

Luke and you were sprawled practically on top of one and other, when you felt a gentle weight onto of you. You vaguely felt Luke turn his head to loom up at none other than Ryn, sitting on the pair of you- one leg either side.

"Ah, hey there, my sleep paralysis demon", Luke murmured our, his Australian accent just a bit thicker in the mornings in a way you loved.

"I want pasta and cheese..." Ryn grumbled out, glaring down at the two of you as though you'd personally offended them.