Agent 32: The lap pillow incident
Agent 3 - Marceline/Marcy (only mentioned in passing)
Yesterday August moved in with me.
I still don’t know what to expect from this arrangement, but I can’t say I’m unhappy about it. It’s actually the opposite, I’m very excited!
It’s been so long since I’ve shared a house with someone…
The last time was when I shared that old cabin with Marie while we were trying to rescue Callie, but that feels so long ago now.
Regardless, I want to show her just how much of a considerate roommate I am, so I bought a lot of groceries on the way back home. I hope I can make a decent dinner for us!
Wait… am I even good at cooking? It’s also been a long time since someone ate something I made. I wonder if it’s gonna be alright..?
Well, in the worst case scenario we can just eat some leftovers from yesterday, right?
I opened the door to our apartment. There are still some boxes on the floor, but most are already empty and folded beside our hallway, ready to be recycled.
Looking around, August clearly put a lot of effort trying to fit her things into the house without disturbing my pre-existing decor. I really love how she’s considerate about things like that, but it’s her house now too, right? I should tell her she’s allowed to change stuff around if she wants to.
She was sitting on the sofa, working with her computer on the coffee table. The TV was turned on too. Can she really concentrate like this? Maybe she’s a “multitasker” or something. Or maybe working with Sheldon for so long made it easy for her ears to selectively focus on stuff, from how talkative he is.
She got up and started heading in my direction, while I took off my shoes at the entrance.
“Hm? You bought groceries?”
“Yeah! I know we got some leftovers from the party yesterday, but I felt like cooking us a nice dinner, y’know?”
“Ahh… I should’ve told you before… sorry.”
August started staring at the kitchen with a troubled expression. My gaze followed hers, only to be met with several plastic grocery bags on top of our kitchen counter.
“Ah, it seems like we had the same idea…”
“I should’ve told you I was going shopping beforehand. I’m really sorry!”
“What? No, no! Don’t worry! I’m at fault for not asking too, y’know? Besides, it just means we won’t have to go grocery shopping again so soon! Right?”
I tried not to make her worry about the situation, but she still seems very apologetic. I guess it’s just a part of her personality. It’s honestly kind of endearing.
Also, I really shouldn’t think about these things but… isn’t this something that would totally happen to a couple who just moved in together?!
Actually… Maybe the “couple” part doesn’t matter as much as the “just moved in together part” in this case, right? This is probably a normal thing to happen between roommates. Stop being weird April.
“By the way, you were also planning to cook something then, right? What were going to make?”
“Oh, yes! I thought about making some omelet sandwiches.”
“Wait, really?! I love those!”
“Yes, that’s precisely why! You always buy the convenience store ones when you have the chance, right? So I thought maybe we should try making homemade ones! I even bought some tuna mayo… Why are you making that face?”
I’m completely flabbergasted. I never talked to her explicitly about liking those before, and she just picked up on my love for omelet sandwiches from being with me. I don’t even know what kind of face I’m making right now, but it’s probably a mixture of being amazed and feeling love-struck.
Regardless, I need to get my act together. My face is probably making her uncomfortable, right?
“Oh, um, sorry. I was just thinking about how absolutely delicious that sounds and I got distracted. Haha…”
“Oh, no need to apologize! I’m happy that you like the idea then.”
August gently smiled after saying that. Unlike some people, she’s the kind of person who can’t hide her emotions very well, so her smiles are always so genuine…
“I-I’ll go unload the groceries, okay? You can keep working for now!”
“N-no need! Just make yourself comfortable, okay? I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
She suddenly put her face really close to mine and started staring directly into my eyes, with a skeptical expression. I guess she’s… analyzing me? Suddenly she turned around and started heading towards the couch again.
“Okay! Just tell me if I can help somehow, all right?”
Goddammit, my heart is beating really fast. I need to control myself better if I’m going to live with her from now on…
“Here we go! Two omelet sandwiches and some chips, coming through!”
I went over to the couch and placed our plates onto the coffee table.
I really don’t like to brag but, honestly, I think my sandwiches look very good. Though I guess I’m probably a bit biased…
“Oh my cod, these look so good! Let me go get some drinks.”
August came back with a half-finished bottle of wine from yesterday and two glass cups, and placed them on the coffee table beside our plates. She then poured some wine into the cups, and raised one of them towards me.
I grabbed the other cup and raised it to touch hers’.
After that we went on eating as usual.
The TV was still on. Some guy was talking about ancient ruins from the humans, and how their technology was different from ours. Apparently the inkadian coast is full of human relics, due to a flooding of human lands that happened in the past after a big war, or something like that.
After eating and watching for a while though, my eyes started closing on their own, and I couldn’t understand what the TV man was saying anymore.
“April, is everything okay? You seem tired. Why don’t you go to bed?”
“Huh? Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I am a bit more tired than usual, but I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I like being here with you. The company feels nice.”
I looked over to her. Her side profile was lit up by the TV screen and some faint ambient lights I installed a couple of months ago. Her face and the tip of her ears were very pink, just like her tentacles. She looked beautiful.
Actually, the more I think about this, the more I realize just how hard it’s going to be letting go of my feelings for her.
After I was rejected by her three months ago… I could never have guessed we would’ve ended up like this. I wonder what our relationship would be like right now if Marceline wasn’t around us back then. Maybe we would be dating by now…
Actually, who am I kidding? She doesn’t like me like that, right? We’re just very good friends. It would be a bad idea to go beyond that.
I placed my plate onto the coffee table and laid down on the couch, next to her.
“Actually, I just decided I’m going to sleep here today, okay? Just remember to turn off the TV and stuff when you go to bed…”
I let out a big yawn and closed my eyes. The couch pillows weren’t the most comfortable, but they weren’t bad either. Besides, sleeping close to August was soothing in a way, so I would gladly ignore details like that in this situation.
After trying to sleep for a bit I felt something else though. Something touching me.
I opened my eyes slightly. It was August. She was caressing my tentacles with her claws, and she was blushing.
I opened my eyes and tilted my head slightly, in order to look at her. She seemed a bit caught off guard, but somehow still calm.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I just stared at her. At her big orange eyes. They are probably as orange as my cheeks right now.
After a bit I just placed my head onto her lap and snuggled a bit, closing my eyes again.
She hesitated a bit, but then kept on caressing me, as gently as she could.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all…
Hi! Thank you for reading until the end!!
This is just a little scenario that's been stuck in my head lately. I've been reading more light novels and wanted to write something in a similar style...
Anyway, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!
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