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In any relationship, disagreements can occur, it does not matter if it is a major quarrel or a very small dispute, even the strongest relationship is tested. The main thing is to be able to find a compromise and admit your guilt by apologizing in a timely manner. However, Andrew is not one to speak out loud, he prefers to speak in action.

Both foxes are not the most pleasant interlocutors in the morning. When the fluffy ears are not sticking out yet, scanning everything around, and the fur on the tail is still crumpled from sleep, they both thoughtlessly say what they think. So there was a completely stupid argument about whose turn it was to wash the dishes accumulated in the sink. Their room could create a clear schedule, like girls, but no, from time to time it was decided by God knows how.

While Nicky dumped to the sound of voices, and Kevin continued to sleep, Andrew and Neil argued until the wool stood on end from each other's impenetrability. Of course, in the end, they did not solve this problem and left it on others living in the room.

After this commotion, they did not intersect all day. No messages, the feeling of a second fox nearby or mention. On the one hand, it seemed that this was normal, because the schedule did not make it possible to intersect, but on the other, such a nasty and viscous feeling of guilt for rude words began to seep into Andrew's heart. And when did he begin to find a conscience towards Neil?

Josten did not perceive this dispute as something serious, so he just walked all day with a light heart. He thought that Andrew did not care either, after all, he usually did not care about such cases.

For Neil, the day went simply calmly, as usual. He returned after school, wearily fell into a free ottoman and relaxed. Homework for later, now he would just lie down and dream about something unrealistic, for example, about stroking Andrew's soft ears or his tail. Neil was often overcome by such a desire, but he heroically suppressed it so as not to cause discomfort to the phenec.

Later, the universe seemed to hear him, as it seemed to Josten, because a blond man appeared in the doorway of the room, clearly looking for something, judging by the ears-locators who were trying to catch the familiar breath.

Finding Neil, he went to the pit to him, and then flopped right on his lap.

— What are you? — the striker squeezed out of himself in shock.

Just wanted to sit down, Andrew replied, wrapping his fluffy tail around the guy's waist. Navnnoe, you have to be absolutely insensitive to miss how this soft fur fluffs, clearly indicating that the owner of the tail is satisfied.

— Convenient? — clarified Neil, wrapping the goalkeeper's thigh in red fur.

— Quite, — he replied, relaxing in the wrong hands.

His ears dropped back, gently pressing against his head and spreading to the sides. He himself barely noticeably rumbled when Josten buried his nose in the most tender place - the base of these locators. It is soft and warm there, and Andrew also shudders amusingly when Neil accidentally exhales not so carefully.

— I'm not offended, — the foxes broke the silence, pressing the body closer to them.

— You'd be offended. Do not carry nonsense.

For example, you can easily understand when Neil is satisfied or likes something. It is enough to pay attention to his fluffy tail, which, with cunning pleasure, begins to slowly wave the tip, and at the sight of Andrew curls or grasps the owner around his leg.

Minyard, unlike him, controls it quite well and allows himself to let go of emotions only during solitude with Neil. Then his ears gently tighten back, and he begins to gently wave his tail, while Neil's tail wriggles randomly.

Once, out of interest, he probably decided to check how Josten would react to the sudden smell of ozone with a touch of sweetness. Andrew controls himself perfectly, so Neil would definitely not have felt him before, but he would have easily understood that he belongs to Minyard.

Noticing that the calmly lowered tail began to slowly stick to Neil's leg, tapping a little on it with the tip, Andrew would move on to the final part of the experiment, to a kiss. Knocking him onto the bed, hanging over the top and falling to his lips, settling between his legs, was the perfect solution for observation. While their lips collided, greedily crumpling each other, this very tail of Neil randomly beat on the soft surface, while the ears, as if mirroring Andrew, were similarly pressed, and the tart smell of orange hit the nose. Minyard would surely have neatly wrapped his palm around this tail and ran it over it, giving Josten a herd of goosebumps.

In the apartment of Minyard and Josten, the living were divided into two types. It was not the usual division into animals and people, but on hyperactive and calm. While Neil was already walking around the apartment at five in the morning and going for a run under the stomp of the soft paws of King Fluffy, Andrew preferred to sleep further, embracing Sir's sniffing body. This contrast did not prevent them from living at all, but still the poor fellow Andrew was not allowed to sleep on such days.

— Good morning, — Neil tried to disturb him, as if «from afar».

I'm not going anywhere, Andrew blew his pillow.

— But I haven't said anything yet... — Josten retorted.

— This is clear to the fool, and even more so to me, — a little shuddering from the draft from the window, blond continued to mutter, — it's cold outside, I don't want to.

— If it's going to be cold to sleep naked, of course, — Neil replied without any hit-and-run. Andrew, after starting a life with Josten, became addicted to sleeping without a T-shirt. So, in his opinion, it is much more comfortable to sleep, especially if this restless one is lying nearby.

— When you are pinched by three hot bodies, sleeping in clothes is simply unbearable.

— Well, it's good to sleep, let's go run, wake up at the same time.

Andrew stubbornly refused. He blurted negatively and hugged the cat stronger, burying his face in a fluffy back. Sir at first sleepily meowed at such an impudent encroachment, but later he just got comfortable, continuing to snot with the owner. The picture is insanely cute, but she still did not suit Neil.

— King, help wake them up, — Neil asked, almost despairing, for the pet.

The cat calmly jumped onto the bed and, as if obeying, began to walk on Andrew's back. It was supposed to help, only it had the exact opposite effect. Instead of lifting, Minyard only relaxed more, still burying himself in soft wool.

The most offensive thing is that Neil is not able to prevent Andrew from relaxing. He was so touched by the picture of a guy lying in an embrace with a cat, on which the second walks and gets a job, that he really wanted to join. Lying in this warmth, feeling not the sharpness of someone else's knife on the skin, but only the softness of the coat and the heat of your beloved guy, what could be better? Unless a successful attempt to pull him out into the street at such an early time.

— Hey, hey, don't get settled there with them, King, — Neil was indignant, but this did not help to prevent what happened, — here's a little traitor, and I thought you understood me.

The king curled up and lay down on Andrew's hard back while he continued to snot with Sir. But even so, as it turned out, he did not sleep, but waited for his whole family to calm down this early morning.

— You see, it's not so bad to sleep in the morning, and not squeeze the first sweat out of yourself, — the muffled voice of the guy was heard.

— Well Andrew, let's run together for once, — Neil pleaded, squatting beside the bed on the side of the blonde's head. He again blurted out something indistinct, but after a little broke away from Sir and said clearly:

— I am amazed that you are the only one whom I allow to ask like this from time to time, given my refusals.

— You've never said «no» directly, so it's not all lost.

— You are unbearable, — Andrew replied, and kissed him sleepily in the corner of his lips, — someday we will go, but now I would prefer to stumble into a soft cat's ass and see the tenth dream.

How nice it is to be in a quiet room and feel the phantom feeling of your own home, where there is no one but the owner. You can feel it while the others are in pairs, and the monster room is filled with soothing silence. To enjoy this setting, Andrew sacrifices precious hours of code chatter at university, spending that time in his room. Again, he finds himself in his personal space, which will not be violated for at least another four hours.

Dressing up in home laziness, and his clothes for study would have completely passed for home. A large black T-shirt and the same color sweatpants do not interfere in any way. Today Andrew decided that comfort is a little more important than appearance, which he never regretted.

The rest began with a cup of coffee and a game of console, which is finally free from Aaron and Nicky, and continued with reading a book on the bedroom floor. Of course, it would be more convenient on the bed, but Minyard is an amateur to sit on strange surfaces of the room. Often it can be seen on the kitchen countertop, on the windowsill, washing machine, or on the floor instead of the usual chairs, bed or sofa. Turning the next page, he heard the click of the lock on the front door.

Less than five minutes later, a familiar silhouette appeared in the bedroom. Neil out of habit threw a backpack to his bed, and then noticed Andrew. He bowed his head quizzically to one side, wondering whether about his location, or about the reason for being in the hostel at such a time.

— You're kind of too early, — Josten remarked, covering the door behind him.

— Just like you, — Andrew replied, putting the book down, — will you share the reason?

— I asked first, so answer first to you, Neil said, leaning on the door frame.

Minyard rolled his eyes, but still replied: — I do not want to spend my precious life sitting out my ass, but in a simple way, it's just boring.

— That's how, — Josten drawled, — well, I have almost the same reason.

Andrew listened attentively, sitting comfortably on the floor.

— Sat on a pair, the teacher told something very boring, and on the last row they were noisy. So he said that if someone is not interested, then you can leave, and I got up and left.

Outwardly, Minyard held on calmly, showing nothing, but you could clearly hear him trying hard to restrain his laughter. Neil absolutely did not understand the reason, so he shrugged and headed for his bed.

— Sometimes I wonder if I admire or be amazed at your perception, — Andrew patted on his knees, — come here.

The guy almost automatically changed the route from bed to blond, after which he sat down on his knees. This look, full of misunderstanding and naive «what did I do wrong?», makes Andrew feel defenseless in the most innocuous sense of the word.

— What's wrong with my perception? — Neil sincerely did not understand.

— If the teacher says such phrases, it does not mean that you can leave.

— Then why say it?

The goalkeeper buried himself in someone else's neck to control himself. How hard it is to explain the things that are learned at school, when Neil, although he studied, apparently, never stumbled upon this.

— Just need to remember that this is sarcasm.

Josten wanted to continue this stream of questions, but he had already been stopped by other people's warm lips on his own neck. He slowly and gently left kisses, thus silencing Neil. The most interesting thing is that every time it worked flawlessly. To close the mouth of someone who first says, and then thinks, just sit him on Andrew's lap and give the blonde the opportunity to kiss until the attacker's entire neck is covered with goosebumps.

Study and work are exhausting, leaving no desire to even see at least one of the living people. Any voice is annoying, and the nervous system seems to fail soon, and Andrew will want to break something. Or maybe someone who knows. He would sit alone and ignore the others, twisting a lighter in his hand, but instead drove to Roland. He came to see someone from his acquaintances just near Palmetto, so he agreed in advance with Andrew to pick him up at the end of the day and throw him home.

Their conversation on the phone came out tense. However, not because of any resentment or annoyance, no, just both tired. Roland himself can be called a rather noisy guy in the company of friends, but even he can easily get tired of a lively conversation all day long. By the evening, Andrew missed one pill so as not to suffer from a surge of energy at least at night, so now he was in a more or less calm state, which betrayed his fatigue. Their voices were quiet and their phrases short.

Along the way, Minyard stopped by the store for sandwiches. Hunger still suddenly made itself felt, as well as a sharp reason to take two instead of one package. He is not so hungry, he just took it on the machine, of course, not to share.

— Hello, — Roland said, opening the passenger seat door.

Sit down, come on, Andrew responded, immediately curling his hand in a bag in the back seats.

While the new passenger was settling in, Minyard did not even look at him, just groping for a package with a still hot sandwich. He does not want to prove something to himself, he will simply create a conviction that he bought the second by accident, and not at all because Roland mentioned his own rumbling stomach.

— I didn't finish a little here, if you want, you can take it, — Roland said as naturally as possible, handing Andrew a hot glass smelling of chocolate.

— I didn't want to eat the second, so take it away, I don't need to, — Andrew said synchronously with the guy and threw warm food at him.

Of course, Minyard accepted the glass, but as soon as his weight was in his hand, he realized that Roland was far from a little left, because the glass was full. He opened the lid and sniffed at the dark liquid. The smell turned out to be terribly familiar, but it tastes even better. This is the same hot chocolate that Andrew recently mentioned at the moment of a surge of energy for communication, unexpectedly, Roland remembered this and, apparently, bought it on purpose.

The bartender himself lifted the packaging from his knees and opened it. But then he was covered with awareness, in fact, like Andrew. Blondin bought a second sandwich, specially one that loved a brunette, while he himself specifically recalled which institution Minyard was talking about in order to buy him the same hot chocolate and cheer him up after a hard day. They were covered with a stupor, which clearly lasted more than one minute.

Realising that both were thinking about a nice little thing after a conversation that would help improve their condition was so shocking and logical at the same time. Andrew can deny as much as he likes, but he also wanted Roland not to go hungry, and the bartender himself sincerely wanted to make the partner nice, but so that it was not too noticeable.

— I didn't finish it, you say, — Roland said with a faint grin, biting off the first piece.

— Howl and eat, — the blond man sprinkled, drinking chocolate, — he himself did not suffer from thirst at all.

— Don't you like it?

The morning is different, everyone lives it in his own way, under different alarms, smells or TV shows. But the best morning will always be when you don't need anywhere, when the alarm clock is not disturbed by sleep, from the window a sleepy look meets the sun rays and birds, and not clouds and wind. Although everything has its own romance, even the rain can be better than the sun.

This day began with an empty pillow next to Neil and the smell of baking. Neil stretched lazily, covering his eyes again for a second, and returned with his eyes to an empty place. Andrew woke up earlier, there can be no other option, otherwise he would definitely warn about his departure, and the smell of something clearly sweet indicates his location. How nice, decided to let sleep and prepared breakfast?

Josten tiptoed his way into the kitchen, gazing with undisguised interest at the blond man standing over the table in his pajamas. Andrew, concentrating, did something, and the smell of sweets came from the oven. Neil looked there carefully without opening it, but right now he was burned.

— What are you awake for? — asked Andrew.

— And good morning to you, — yawning, Neil answered and went to the guy, — I did not think that someday I would find you for such an activity.

— A one-off, — the guy waved off, feeling someone else's hands gently close at his waist and pinned close.

Usually Andrew did this, he slept until late and then came to Josten, who returned from a run and warm after a morning shower. He blindly hugged and stuck in his shoulder or shoulder, thus adding extra seconds until their breakfast was ready. It seems that this habit was calmly passed on to Neil, who now just as quietly snatched over Minyard's ear while he took a new portion of dough out of the bowl.

— Rise, — called Minyard, slightly pulling his shoulder, - take my hands and dough, not one of me to do it.

— Since when are you interested in baking? — the guy said, but obediently went to wash his hands.

— Do you want to go to the store for my cookies in the morning? — Andrew answered with a question, to which he received an unhappy murmur. Neil was clearly too lazy to go anywhere now, at least in such a sleepy state - the same.

Already with clean hands, the sleepy guy returned to the table, where two bowls were waiting for him, one with dough, and the second with chocolate drops. Following the example of Minyard, he took small pieces of dough and mixed chocolate into them, and then formed cookies.

— What generosity, — noticed blond, — you do not regret the test.

— What do you mean? — Neil didn't understand.

— We will eat them on the first day, make a smaller size so that the number is greater.

— Aah, — Josten said.

Yeah, the hints are still tight. But after teaching, the dough went into consumption more economically, like chocolate, thanks to which they were enough for several baking sheets.

While the next batch was baked, both got rid of the remains of future cookies on their hands. Andrew did the rest himself today. He made coffee, prepared the main breakfast for two and ignored the inconvenience in the form of Neil sleeping on it behind his back. This load was not heavy, not interfering, yes, slightly uncomfortable, but the way you want to feel. He did not want to get out of the ring of hands at the waist, Minyard only substituted his back, giving support to the tired guy.

Moving two steaming fragrant mugs to the side, he froze for a couple of seconds to check if Neil was still sleeping. The quiet sniffling did not stop, well, you have to wake up. Andrew launched one hand into someone else's hair, carefully sorting, and then jerked his shoulder, like the last time.

Wake up already, coffee is ready, he called quietly.

It seemed that after moving out of the dorm, Andrew and Neil's lives would become much calmer. Of course, they wouldn't stop playing exy, and their interactions with the team would remain the same, but Minyard wouldn't have to deal with their annoying faces at home. He had enough patience to endure Neil's face, who had yet to understand even the simplest hints over the years.

At first, it was indeed peaceful, as Andrew had intended. Every day, he returned home, enjoying the peace and quiet that was missing from the Fox Tower. There was no annoying Kevin, Nicky, or Aaron, and life had become much simpler. He had only Neil by his side, the only person he wanted to feel close to and know that he wouldn't run away. Josten was content with everything. How could he not be happy with such a life after surviving his entire childhood?

How could he improve it further? Perhaps by adding to their small family. Andrew didn't object, but he didn't say he agreed either. Neil asked about it for a long time, until Minyard brought them to the shelter himself to take one of the cats home. It would be hard to forget the joyful smile on Neil's face. That day, he was so happy that he carried the cat home in his arms and followed it around, watching as it explored their living space.

While this event brought a lot of happiness, it also marked the beginning of Andrew's constant grumbling. The reasons were the most banal, for example, the noise at night, from which he constantly woke up, toys lying on the floor, or hair that was literally everywhere.

Neil at each such moment only laughed and took the cat to himself, while the blond sputtered from the hair in the food or removed it from his favorite black hoodie, or maybe even got up from the floor after stepping on some rubber ball, with which their new family member played. Andrew said he would definitely kick him out one day, but they both knew that wasn't true. He would never get rid of someone he had taken responsibility for and promised to protect.

Over time, he had started to get used to it, and he didn't even notice Sir getting into bed with them. Perhaps because of this, he now woke up with the feeling of fur on his tongue or sneezed when someone's fluffy tail tickled his nose. However, he only realized this today when he woke up in a very pleasant environment. It was a day off, a sunny morning, and he had Neil lying comfortably on his shoulder, with Sir by his side. Somehow, he climbed up to them and lay down on the hard chest of the Minyard, snuggling up to both owners.

Josten's sleeping face shows that he really likes sleeping like this. Even with a sleepy eye, it's easy to notice the slight smile on his face and the way he hugs Sir and Andrew at the same time. The cat purred, and Neil sniffed, dragging him back into such a pleasant dream.

— That's an impudent animal,— the blond muttered sleepily.

— It's in my blood, — Josten replied sleepily, — they say animals resemble their owners. Perhaps this insolence was transmitted just from me, — he let out a quiet laugh and yawned, not wanting to leave this soft shelter.

— Go to sleep, — Andrew hugged him closer to himself and buried his cheek in Sir's furry side, — we've been running around with him for half the night, let's go to sleep now.

— Well, hey, he wanted to play, — Neil cracked open his eyes, looking around the room. Minyard now kept his eyes closed and tried his best to fall asleep while it was still possible.

— I want to sleep, — the goalkeeper said, putting an end to the conversation and refusing to respond to any of Josten's remarks.