He all but dropped his body onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Astor felt like he was getting nowhere, and looking around the room, he could see he was right. Their living room was littered with boxes, some open, most of them untouched. He hated moving, and he hated unpacking even more – but living out of boxes for the next six months didn’t seem very appealing, so he was trying to just push through and get it finished. Ashton didn’t own much in the way of material things, but between himself, Morri, and Lili... they had a lot of shit.
Though he could have fallen asleep on the couch, he made the mistake of checking his watch and realized it was nearly four in the morning. They’d been at this all night, while Morri and Lili were out, buying a few of the little things they still required. He pulled himself to a stand to see that Ashton had exited the room. Only then did his ears pick up on the light clinking sounds from the kitchen. He crossed those twenty feet in no time, having the thought that he was getting rusty, coming to leaning against the wall that opened up into the room, looking at Ashton’s back as he stood over the oven. Astor couldn’t help but grin... was he making pancakes? He felt the need to verbalize, “... Are you making pancakes? At four in the morning?” He then added on, making sure it sounded playful, even if the question was honest, “Good god, are you alright?” @ashtonryder
