Chapter 4 Sneak Peak
So, it has may or may been 2 months since I updated Sleep Talks..
BUT I'm back! And I've got quite a bit cooking up behind the curtains! @pirateofthestars (I really hope this is the right acc), if you're seeing this, your comment reminded me to get off my lazy bum and get back to writing. Henceforth, this sneak peak is for you:
Regect hesitated, his question coming out slowly, “Wait, I didn’t say anything.. weird, right?”
“That depends, what do you mean by ‘weird’,” Z made air quotations with his hands.
“Like—like I wasn’t saying that I wanted to make out with anyone. I don’t know! Just nothing freaky like that.” The entity's voice adopted a brief and panicked hostility.
Ze frowned. Had he made Regect uncomfortable staying in his bed last night? Sure, the antagonist had asked him to stay, but how much can you really trust the request of a guy who was half awake and muttering nonsense? Albeit, some of that nonsense was rather amative to Ze's heart in the grand scheme of their strange, homo-erotic relationship.
But, maybe it would be better to keep the things he'd heard to himself, for both of their sakes. A few half-truths couldn't bite him in the ass that hard later.
“Nah, man. You were just babbling about uh, blowing stuff up and—baking? You mentioned, uh—you said something about brownies at one point. Your words were pretty slurred, though, so it was hard to make stuff out.” It was scary how easy Ze was able to lie through his teeth like that.
“Oh, alright." The other acquiesced, "That uh, that makes sense; the blowing stuff up thing, not that baking shit. I don’t bake; wouldn’t even touch mixer.” Regect puffed his chest, crossing his arms.
“Sure,” Z replied, drawing out the syllables, “And that fruitcake you made for Christmas was just a sugar-induced fever dream of mine—Well I’m gonna make some breakfast, you want anything?"
“I got a craving for waffles right now.”
"Looks like I've only got the stuff to make pancakes right now." Ze replied, crouching down to look in one of the kitchen cabinets.
"Aren't pancakes literally made with the same stuff waffles are?" Questioned Regect.
Ze shot a side-eye in the entity's direction, "Don't you have two perfectly working hands you could make you own waffles with?"
"Damn, alright, guess we're doing pancakes, then.. dick.." Regect conceded, muttering the last word to himself.
He settled his chin on the palm of his hand as Ze pulled a griddle out from another cabinet, setting it on the counter with the ingredients to make waffles pancakes. No matter how he tried to push the thoughts away with plans about what to do today, he couldn't seem to drop the conversation—more specifically, Ze's responses to his somewhat of an interrogation.
He recalled his dreams with a scary amount of detail; he’d been talking with Ze on a bench and all of a sudden, he just started spilling his heart to the guy. Compliments about his hair, his style, even his physique were all talking points he'd used while daftly courting the man. He kissed Ze in his dream, too. The recall sent an embarrassingly giddy shiver up his spine that he hoped the other wouldn't notice.
