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Inspired by these head canons.
Sizzling.
Reiner awoke gently. Sunbeams streaming through lazily-parted curtains. The aroma of bacon. A dull pain in his left temple. The empty pillow beside his smelled like a familiar perfume, but he couldn’t place it…
Amber eyes blinked slowly. And Reiner groaned. The last thing he remembered was stumbling up the stairs to his apartment, his arm draped around… someone…
He checked his phone. It was almost noon. He groaned again.
Throwing the covers off, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The strapping blond was naked, apart from a pair of forest green boxers. The interesting part was, he was able to remember that these were not the underwear he had gone out in. He distinctly remembered putting on black boxer-briefs with his dress pants. Interesting, he thought to himself.
The scent of eggs now accompanied the bacon, and even his hunger was managing to penetrate the beginnings of a wicked hangover. Stumbling across the room, Reiner managed to slip through the door and into the living room, where he could see a petite blond figure moving slowly through the kitchen.
Annie.
Crossing his apartment, the tall male leaned against the kitchen’s door frame, rubbing a goldenrod eye groggily. “Smells good,” he managed to grunt.
