#{lyssxgriffin}

[vancuxer]

@undvrcontrol​

Lyss looked up from her morning coffee, dark circles under her eyes, visible bitterness in her grimace.  “Whatever that thing is in the attic needs to be gone by tonight. I can’t do this anymore, I’m barely sleeping and I’ve half a mind to forgo the whole summer vacation bit and go straight back to New York, pandemic be damned.”

[vancuxer]

Had Griffin’s coffee machine always been this noiseless? Lyss stood in the other’s kitchen in a jumble of clothes, a bit of odds and ends she’d found on his floor, waiting for the coffee to brew. Groaning under her breath as she caught sight of her reflection in the stainless steel of the fridge, Lyss dampened a paper towel, swiping at the makeup on her face leftover from the night before. Here was why she didn’t stay over, well other than the fact that it was only inevitable that someone would get attached if she did. It just wasn’t worth looking like a goddamn mess the next morning, hair tangled, clothes half slipping off shoulders, makeup smudged, teeth unbrushed. She’d only just thrown her hair up into a messy bun when she heard the sounds of Griff stirring in the other room. Better make her presence known - god knows who had whispered for the other to stay, Lyss sure didn’t remember, but she had. Picking up her mug, she took a sip, making sure to bang the cabinet as she put the coffee back where it belonged.