closed starter for kit beauvais @touchtankx
dante woke up to a scratching at his lock that should have caused alarm, but kit had mastered invading his privacy a decade ago. the lock clicked and somewhere through the fog in his head, dante realized he should have been at least slightly alarmed, but the way his door scraped slowly against the hardwood floors, like whoever was walking in was afraid of what they would find, had become associated to being shaken awake by his brother.
it was almost sweet in a deranged way. how kit was willing to commit multiple crimes before noon just to check in.
"i'm fine. there's leftovers in the fridge." frankly the only reason that kit was allowed in was because he broke in. his apartment was a mess, papers littering the floor and books and notebooks strewn everywhere, half of them open to pages of rantings that made no sense to anyone but dante.
his mouth tasted like stale liquor and his phone was dead, shoved underneath his head. "fuck." he finally cracked one eye open, finding kit standing over him and jumped up, wincing at the way his head spun. "fucking christ. some warning, dude." but for all of kit's effort, dante did finally stand up, shoving past him towards his bathroom. "i'm gonna get a security system."
