collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

There's no way you don't know what a donut is.

( netflix, maybe. a donut?? he just doesn't want Aoba to have pure sugar and carbs. which... makes sense, even if he really could go for something sweet right now. it'd give him a boost. a shallow boost that'd have him crashing after but a boost all the same.

at the milk threat his nose wrinkles: don't you dare. the very thought makes him squeeze the pillow tighter and narrow his eyes. he'd probably do it. it's not worth the risk. )

Breakfast sandwich.

( definitely not yogurt, and fish is... eh... maybe not now. so eggs works the best; sitting up, Aoba plops the pillow into his lap. watching Crowley's movements with curious eyes. should he get dressed too? seems like a good idea to take a shower after everything they've done, first. )

Eggs and ham. That's enough protein, right?

[ Crowley would shower if vampire metabolism didn't supposedly make it more of a luxury than a requirement. I don't know how this fucking works but that's just how things are. Halted metabolism somehow makes you unable to age and you never stink... become a vampire today. ]

Sure.

[ He's finished getting dressed before he's looking around again, clearly looking for something before he stops. There's probably no reason for him to put his belt on if he's coming back anyway. ] Coffee or juice? [ A pause. ] Never mind, I'll just force you to drink milk.

[ Is he kidding? Is he being honest? Who knows. What does matter is that he's approaching Aoba again, offering him a smile as he leans down. ] Can I get a kiss before I go? Or have I teased you too much, baby?

( it's... it's really hard to tell if he's kidding or not. Aoba makes another face, distaste evident and he ain't even trying to hide it. man, tell him that was a bad idea, huh? now he's going to use it as leverage forever.

.... not forever. this is just another hookup, right? Aoba's gut does a little flip, and he hugs the pillow tighter against himself. right. can't get too attached; he knew that since... well. day one.

but then he's close again—Aoba looks up, blinking quizzically at the vampire, unable to not smile in return. )

Mm, I guess you can have one. Just because if you bring milk back it'll be your very last, and all.

( it better be juice!!! or anything else, honestly. with a light harumph his expressions smooths over and he reaches up, leaning up and putting weight forward on his knees to catch Crowley in a kiss. palms pressed against the shape of the vampire's jaw, cupping, like he's holding something dear. )

... .. ... Don't take too long.

[ His lips are already curled in a playful grin before Aoba is leaning in close to bring their mouths together. He responds gently, putting in as much as the other does before opening his eyes once more. ] Already miss me? [ A joke, of course, pulling away from that heavenly hold of his. ] I'll be back soon, take a shower and just wait.

[ It's not entirely a promise, but it's obvious that Crowley holds no intentions of leaving and never returning. Aoba has, as he's stated before, done plenty of waiting and vanishing now would be downright cruel. Though, ultimately, if he were called he'd have no problems leaving. Ferid calls him and he won't look back, it's only natural at this point for him to respond even if the possibility of being stood up is high.

At least that's what he tells himself.

But he leaves and... surprise, as soon as he's gone is he back. It feels odd to return to a hotel, wasn't it more common for humans to only stay one night? But he's not complaining, he's got a bag in one hand and without so much as a knock is he using the only key to enter the room. Apparently a little groggy, the sun does that despite the ring around his arm, but otherwise fine. And hey, upon closer inspection Aoba may or may not be able to realize that that's certainly not milk in the clear bag. ]

( take a shower and just wait.

well... a shower sounds really good right now. doesn't Crowley want one too? yet the vampire seems completely fine; does he just not sweat like a human would?

not thoughts Aoba's going to spend forever on. he does just that, trudges into the bathroom despite the way his muscles complain and drags himself into a hot shower. lathering up thick with soap and scrubbing away the remnants of their night together feels good, even if he likes having Crowley's scent all over.

and he's not out soon enough to be waiting when the vampire returns—dang, he's not Crowley, he's Wile E. Crowlyote. but it's only a moment later that the sound of the knob's being turned and the sound of the shower goes out. Aoba's left his clothes across the bed, not having even thought about them when he dragged himself into the bathroom in the first place, so when he steps out it's with a towel knotted around his waist, smelling of clean skin and soap. )

Welcome back. ( well, he's not displeased to have Crowley back so soon. and of course he looks downward suspiciously, ready to recoil at even the shape of a milk carton. but it looks safe and he lets free a little sigh of relief. ) So what did you get?

( since they both knew he was looking for milk right then. is it donuts???// )

[ Listen when the sun makes you tired you want to move fast, and Crowley's not going to get stuck to give anyone curious an explanation as to why he has pointed ears, red eyes, and fangs. The cashier/vendor gave him a set of raised brows and that's enough to make him want to move as fast as possible.

There's a reason why they had a law for not interacting with humans. He's certain it's not just general annoyance but for him that's one of them.

He's just glad to be back. ]

First, I got that sandwich thing you were talking about. [ And then he's reaching into the bag with his free hand. ] And orange juice. That good enough?

[ He's grinning, shifting his weight onto one foot. ]

How was your shower?

That's great.

( he hadn't realized how dang ravenous he was until... well... literally just now. the smell of the breakfast sandwich wafting has his stomach growling almost embarrassingly loud, but he's too famished to care. )

Better than great!

( Aoba hangry. though that's only half the reason he's pressing closer, the other half because Crowley's cute with his grin, and he can't help but getting into the vampire's space. )

It was good. Are you sure you don't... ( drifts, and then redirects; if Crowley wanted to take a shower he would've. ) ... I'm glad you came back so fast. I almost missed you.

( almost. he offers a little grin of his own before making a grab for the bag, ready to tear into everything in there like a savage. Aoba, put some clothes on before you eat food, don't be a freak. )

[ Almost. That's sound enough for him and he's quick to unravel his fingers and hand the bag over Aoba within a second. And it's not like Crowley's judging him for eating with no clothes on, he literally just did the same thing not too long ago. ]

Showering isn't necessary for us vampires, by the way.

[ He's going to give Aoba space, however, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting there. ]

Though I'll probably take one before I have to leave.

( ... flatface. )

I know vampires are... different, but you really don't need to shower? Even after all that?

( as he munches into the sandwich, doing his best to gather the napkins around its base so he doesn't make a big ole mess. )

Won't you smell like me? ( ........ wait a second, ) I—I mean, I sweat and, you know... even if you don't, we were... touching. And, you know. It's dirty... it doesn't just, vanish? ( pause, mumble mumble, ) I don't know.

( as he takes another aggressive bite of his sandwich. )

Even if you'll probably do it anyway...

( .... and then Crowley definitely won't smell like Aoba. why's that vaguely disappointing? )

My body processes things like sweat and smell differently, give or take a few hours it'll be like I wasn't even here. [ So it does sort of vanish... don't fucking ask me ask Kagami I'm tired of ONS. ]

If it concerns you that much I'll take one~ Not that I'm complaining, it's been a little while since the last time I've gotten dirty.

[ And he's shooting a mischievous look over at Aoba. As if he's that cat in the knife meme. ]

Chew a little slower before you choke.

( opens his mouth real big

takes a slow, giant bite

and chews. )

... Mmfh.

( it's not even like he should be surprised by any of this at this point. it makes sense... probably... that his body would process things differently. even if it actually makes no sense to Aoba at all. well, whatever—Crowley's always going to be something of an enigma. )

You don't... have to, or anything. If you don't want to. It's fine if you smell like me for a while longer.

( oh, he said it. but Crowley's always encouraged him to say what he wants, so he won't take this back. )

You’re… so gross…

[ Curved brows and a crooked smile, it’s difficult to tell whether or not Crowley means any actual offense if it’s based purely on his expression alone. His tone is light, as it usually is, however, and that alone makes it obvious that he’s only teasing once more. Unsurprisingly. ]

I might actually have to shower. [ He crosses his arms across his chest. ] Knowing you you’ll get all hot and bothered again~ And if it’s right before we leave I’ll take a quick one just so I can get the sweat off of me.

[ Why is he like this??? ]

( he'd love to protest about being called gross, even if he's really beginning to pick up on the cues that Crowley isn't all that serious about it..... but he's also eating a bacon egg and cheese in a towel so.

just takes another real big bite. saaaavory grease sandwich. which is now almost gone. )

I—...

( won't get hot and bothered again, is what Aoba'd say, but, again, fuckin' lies. so he makes another face and shoves the rest of the sandwich into his maw, licking his fingers clean once it's gone. then makes a grab for the juice, twisting it around in his hands. )

You'll go home after that?

( back to... vampiresville, or wherever. )

[ It's called Sanguinem, Aoba. ]

I mean you have to go home soon too, right? You have your grandma and not to mention I bet you wanna do more on your day off. [ Like hang out with friends... do normal human things. It's to be expected and honestly he finds it odd that he's bothering to ask at all, ignoring that small desire within him that doesn't want them to separate.

Oh well. ]

For me... I gotta check on Chess and Horn. [ Not so much Horn, though. She's not a troublemaker. ] Plus see what this guy wants from me, since he went and scheduled a meeting and then never showed up.

Yeah, of course.

( this is just a divergence, after all. no way is he gonna leave granny alone for much longer, even if Ren's back home with her for now. and there are other things he should take care of. Aoba Things™.

and Crowley has Crowley Things™ to take care of, too. like that guy... Aoba looks up in mild interest at his mention, but doesn't ask anything else. )

Right.

( don't get attached. this was just—fun, right? fun. and it was. Aoba nods with that thought, a private one as he collects his clothing items, takes a few minutes to dress like the proper adult he is. as always, he's careful around his hair, letting it airdry rather than toweling over it. )

... Thank you. ( looking up, offering a smile, ) For breakfast.

( for everything. )

— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

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