House Invasion [Daryl & Dane]
[Daryl was half naked like every morning, as he wandered barefooted from his room in nothing but sweat pants, down to the kitchen. He’d got in to a routine, even though he didn’t really want to be here, that had him putting bread in the toaster and hitting the power button on the coffee machine, then taking Nicholas’ old fashioned goblet and the knife with the rather gothic but girly sparkly handle and cutting in to his skin, letting the blood trickle into the chalice as he lifted the coffee maker and poured himself a cup.]
[He was sipping on it when he heard a creak, the old floor boards weren’t exactly designed for privacy and he turned, knowing Nicholas was usually a little more stealthier than that, even in the mornings, he locked eyes on a man he wasn’t quite expecting to see, a stranger.]
“House invader? Or consumer of Nic’s all consuming free love?”