Little thing I did for funsies
The door closed with a soft click
It had been a long day for the left ideology, she'd spent the entire day with the rest of her anarchists buddies. She slipped her shoes off with a sigh, the house was silent besides the faint buzz of their living room TV.
βAnpos?β she yelled out, walking towards the supposedly empty living room.
There was no reply, she kept walking till they got to the couch.
Annetβs sleeping form was laid upon the comfortable cushions, an array of various different alcohol brands sat on the floor.
Seemed the man got piss drunk and passed out on their shared couch, how wonderful. She ruffled his hair, his breath had the strong stench of booze.
Another sigh escaped her lips, there was something kinda cute about the scene. He was so peaceful when he wasn't saying racial and homophobic obscenities, they couldn't help but smile a little.
They picked up a blanket that sat on the littered floor, draping it over the man's sleeping body. Wokeism leaned over him, planting a sweet kiss on his messy hair.
He stirred, nuzzling his face deeper into the comfort of the pillow beneath him.
Her tail wagged at the sight, it was adorable to see the usually aggressive man look so.. Sweet. Their attention turned back to themselves, jeez she was tired.
Everything felt like too much, at least she had a bed to sleep in. She slowly creeped towards her room, the familiar decor putting her at ease.
She collapsed on the bed, getting comfortable in her fluffy sheets. Hopefully tomorrow was just as fun, and hopefully Annet wouldn't be such a pain.
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