Aug 21, 2018
our house was built for two
kolivan/keith | mild angst/domestic fluff | housemates au | 2k | rated T
The kettle whistled as loud as a steam train‒ cutting through mountains and interrupting Kolivan’s daily dose of self-reflection. Keith, the brat, preferred to call it brooding. There was one time he said, “You stare at your coffee like it gives you the answers to the universe’s questions.”
“Seems like you ask a lot of your drink,” continued Keith, wryly.
Kolivan had gulped his scalding hot coffee, refusing not to reply to his housemate’s astute observation. He remembered the faint sting that stayed on his tongue for the next few days and refrained from inhaling his drinks instead of answering.
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