#namakelder

You would’ve never thought walking such a short distance would be such torture. The summer heat beamed down onto you, causing you to sweat enough to fill a swimming pool. You cringed at the feeling of your clothes sticking to your body, becoming even more impatient to get to your air conditioned home.

This was, unfortunately, only half of the cause of your misery. You had just gotten done with work. It was a particularly difficult and stressful day, so you were tired, your muscles ached and you could feel a migraine beginning to lightly pound at your temples.

Once you got the okay from your boss to leave, you had to stop yourself from bolting out the door. But five minutes into your treacherous journey, you felt stupid for getting so excited. You also felt stupid for not thinking to call a taxi or getting one of your coworkers to drive you home.

You had gotten so caught up in your complaining, that you nearly didn’t notice that you were home. Sprinting to the door, you pulled your key out of your pocket. After unlocking the door, you grabbed the handle, not caring about the burning hot metal, and opened it.

The moment you stepped inside, you were met with a cool, refreshing breeze. It made your muscles relax, causing you to nearly collapse on the spot. But you quickly stopped yourself once you noticed something in the air: tiny particles of mold.

I sigh escaped your lips. You knew exactly where it came from. “I’m home.” You tiredly called out. No answer came, but you knew someone was there. It’s not like you expected an answer anyway. The man who had welcomed himself into your house was far too lazy to yell.

Staggering into the living room, you finally caught sight of who was there. It was your boyfriend, Namakelder. He had clearly made himself at home; his mold covering the room. The couch in particular was caked with the stuff. This wasn’t at all unusual behavior for him. He did this to every space he occupied.

“Welcome home (name).” Namakelder said, tipping his hat up to see your face. His lazy smile didn’t falter one bit, even after viewing your worn out and not-so-pleased expression.

“Must you do this to my house?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“You know I can’t get comfortable otherwise.” He said, leaning his head back, and placing his hat over his face.

You stomped over to him, snatching the hat away to look at him. His smile slowly dropped out of annoyance. “I know, but I just can’t deal with this right now. I’m tired, and I want to be able to relax in my house mold-free. So can you please get rid of it?”

Namakelder went quiet for a few moments, seemingly thinking. Afterwards, a small smirk crept onto his face, making you nervous as to what he was about to say. “Why don’t you come sit in my mold with me?”

You nearly choked on your own spit at his unexpected and ridiculous offer. “Are you serious? No! That’s disgusting!”

He chuckled. “Oh, so I’m disgusting? I can assure you, this mold won’t make you sick. It’s not poisonous or anything.”

The pounding in your head was becoming much more prominent now. You were done arguing, and Namakelder could tell. A big exhale escaped your lungs, and your shoulders slumped even more than they previously did. “You sure?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. That was all you needed to finally give in to your exhaustion.

“Fine.” You breathed out. Namakelder stretched out his arm, welcoming you to sit next to him. With an exaggerated huff, you plopped down on the couch. A puff of spores released from the mold, making you cough a bit. But surprisingly, it didn’t smell awful.

At first, you were tense, not being used to the feeling of sitting on mold. But as your fingertips brushed against its fluff, you began to relax. You’ve never felt anything like it. It was softer than anything you’ve ever touched.

“So, what do you think?” Namakelder questioned.

“It’s fluffy.” You mumbled out tiredly, feeling your eyelids getting heavy.

“Yeah? So not disgusting, right?” He teased. You didn’t have the energy to snap back, so you just hummed.

Namakelder froze a bit as you scooted closer to him. But as you began drifting off while leaning on his shoulder, he relaxed, and wrapped his arm around you. He smiled to himself, proud that you finally got to be lazy.

You were still barely holding onto his hat. So he gently slipped it out of your hands, successfully doing it without waking you. Leaning his head back, he once again placed his hat on his face. He felt himself beginning to fall asleep as well, and he didn’t even try to fight it.

Eventually, the both of you were asleep. You would’ve never thought that mold could be so comfortable, but there you were, snoozing on a couch covered in it. Maybe you would start giving more of Namakelders habits a try from then on.

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