A sun beam streamed across the messy bedroom, dust motes dancing down on to the sleeping green teanicorn. Basil took a deep breath and stirred slightly. They smacked their dry lips, and yawned tilting their head back. Basils hand slowly meandered over to the bedside table, searching for their cellphone to check the time. As their eyes adjusted to the brightness the phone vibrated and made a sound like the bubbles in a fish tank. It was a text message, they quickly realized it was Fern. They smiled as they swiped open the text.
'Good morning, fag😜. Got called into work, theres a cup of coffee, and a fresh packed bowl on the counter. Have a great day 💜'
Their grin grew as they replied.
'Thanks babe. You da bes 😘'
Basil arched their back as they eggsageratedly removed themselves from the bed. Setting their dark brown paws down among the clothes tossed from the night before, they gradually stood and stretched. They absently scratched the curved scars along their chest as they searched for a cleanish pair of shorts. Basil managed to find a folded pair on the futon in the corner, and slipped them on. They tucked their phone in the back pocket, and made their way to the kitchen. Basil smiled upon entering the room, when their eyes found the promised cup of coffee and fresh bowl. "Hes too good to me," they muttered to no one. They popped the coffee in the microwave for a minute, and walked over to the fish tank nestled into the corner of the living room. "Coffee for me, food for you," Basil half sang to the tank of exotic fish. They leaned over the tank and sprinkled the fish food over the top of the water; chucking as the larger fish pushed the smaller ones out of the way for the bigger clumps of food. The microwave chimed, and Basil righted themself. They took a breath, and walked tword the smell of coffee.
After dressing their coffee, grabbing the cannabis, and snagging a hoodie from the back of a chair, Basil made for the fire escape that lead from their kitchen window. Once a fairly drab little balcony, the space had been decorated with a miriad of succulants and a plywood board had been placed over the grate floor to allow stability for some chairs. A small crate was used as a table that housed an ash tray and a few other odds and ends. Basil put their coffee down, and sat. Pulling out the pale purple sherlock style pipe Fern had packed for them, Basil took a few hits and set it down on the table. They picked up the coffee and sipped, enjoying the view of the Autumn City Harbor. Basil sipped the coffee again, and set it back down. They pulled out a disheveled black and orange pack of cigarettes with 'Samael Spinners' written in bold black calligraphy on the lid. Basil slipped one between their lips, and lit it. They pulled a long drag, and let out a large puff of smoke. They picked up the coffee with their empty hand and toom a swig. Basil pulled their legs up on the chair, comfortably fitting their whole body in the large deck chair. They sighed with contentment "Nothing like a calm morning wake and bake, with coffee and a cigarette," they muttered to the universe.
Character and Art Credit @peachypigeonsketches
