@rotalone: "i thought it might be a nice day to see my old friend."
kerry has known josey for most of his life, and still nothing can prepare him for his friend’s unannounced visits.
josey stands in the open doorway of kerry’s villa, dwarfed by their two-story height at all who come to it are, bristling with the eternal verve and energy only josey seems capable of. it is also only a few minutes past 11, and kerry, having only just woken up, very nearly resents that energy. it isn’t right, he thinks, for josey to be so alive when kerry is still mostly asleep and bleary eyed, wrapped in a silky throw blanket and wearing one of his short robes.
then again, josey embodies energy, and he always has. kerry has never understood it, but he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t amuse him more often than not.
“m’not awake yet,” kerry grumbles as if it weren’t obvious, but he steps aside to let josey in willingly enough. the doors close silently themselves. “want coffee? got coffee brewin’. lemme-” the rockerboy couldn’t yawn more exaggeratedly if he tried as he plods up the nearby stairs and waves in a help yourself gesture towards the kitchen doors on his way to the closet, “lemme go get dressed.”
