✖┆are you fucking kidding me:
@drowninginmydarkness [ x ]
Urie’s no light sleeper. But there’s a lot working against him now, elements which on their own might not have disrupted him, but together are enough for him to blink himself awake. The yellow light of the lamp, something moving next to him, and a chill over his skin even though it’s not especially cold —- a shiver that just compounds as the reality of his surroundings starts to sink in. ( This isn’t his bed, his room … and is that —- ?!! )
Some disgusting early hour of the morning, and he’s just woken up in Kaneki’s bed. Topless … no. ( Worse. ) There’s really only one clear thought running through his mind right now:
Hell is real, and he’s dead. That’s the only plausible explanation. Maybe Kaneki is also dead ( in which case, good fucking riddance, but a pity that their time here has to coincide. And under these circumstances. ) Well, at least they aren’t spooning. Gingerly, Urie moves to sit up, dragging the sheet up with him; he’d like to wrap himself up completely, not least against the chill he perceives, but at the same time he doesn’t want to pull them so far that he uncovers Kaneki. One horrific revelation at a time, thanks.
ˋ … this is fucked up, even for you. ˊ
( Might as well make that clear right away —- whatever this is, it’s obviously Kaneki’s fault. )
In the stages of his mind, scarily similar to the Kübler
Ross model of grief, Kaneki had barreled straight past
denial and into anger. He had hoped Urie wouldn’t
wake yet, as he needed a little more time to be in
denial, but at least he has one retort.
“And exactly how sore are you?”
He has a bit of tiredness and ache in his muscles, but
definitely not where it could have been. He’s glaring at
Urie, nose scrunched in irritation at the whole thing. He
wanted to yell and kick Urie from his room, but one, he
had no idea what time it is, two, he definitely doesn’t
remember how Urie looks naked and he’s not in a rush
to find out, and finally, he has no idea where the other
three Quinx are.
“...this is never to be spoken of
to A N Y O N E.”
Hell’s real, alright, and neither of them are ever
getting out.
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