Bishanpal wasn’t used to people being in his house. Not in Indonesia, and certainly not in this small town of Bradford Springs. But in this case... well, this one hadn’t been able to get home on their own, and Bishanpal was still capable of driving, their words had been slurred, so he figured they probably slept better on his couch than in the gutter.
He walked into the livingroom after midday, his hair wet after a shower, wearing a silk suit that felt great on his skin. He was tired, but not tired enough to ignore the need to cook something. He set to work in the kitchen, which was visible from the livingroom, watching the other stir while he cooked. “If you want to clean up, be my guest,” he said to the curious sleeper. @riverpatel