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Stay with him, even if you lose yourself
“Soo, we’re together, our second anniversary is coming up, and you’re not human.” You sit across the pale, dark-haired man who’s leaning against the table, staring back at you with adoring, tired eyes.
“Spot on.” Khol replies back.
“And everyday you have to introduce yourself to me ‘cause I keep forgetting?” You ask him.
He gives you a nod. You feel like you’re crazy with how casual his body language remains at that gruesome fact. “Sounds lonely…”
“It’s never lonely with you.” He states like it’s a fact.
You’re not sure if that’s endearing or unsettling to you, but nonetheless you change the subject.
“And is this your normal form? Do you always look like this?” You ask him.
It does seem strange to you how you could build a relationship with someone who is so noticeable in public. Even though you can’t remember what you used to do, or the people you surrounded yourself with, dating someone like him is kind of random.
“Well, I have a human form. And I’ll have you now that I was considered quite attractive.” He answers proudly and looks at you with a wry smile, “Do you think I’m pretty, honey?”
The way he asks the question makes it feel like he does actually care about your opinion, and even if you’re unsure about his true nature, he certainly doesn’t look repulsive to you.
“Yes, I do. I especially like your hair. It’s so weird but nice.” You reply honestly, looking at his static hair.
Khol gives you a satisfied grin, “To answer your question.. I don’t usually look like this?” He says it like he himself doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
“What does that even mean?” You think to yourself.
At your confused look, Khol tries to explain himself, “I don’t maintain my appearance as much anymore, because I need to take care of you! Can’t leave you alone now, can I?” He says in a soft voice, smiling without much thought.
“I guess so…” You get a sense of familiarity, like something’s lingering in the back of your mind, but you decide not to address it. “Anyway, what was I like? I mean, I must’ve been pretty interesting if I peaked your interest.”
You put your arms on the table and lean your head against your hand. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to cause any harm, particularly with his goofy nature.
Khol looks off to the side, giving your words some thought, “Would it be strange to say that I like your humanity? At first it was a general attraction to your character and interests.” He gazes back at you, “But then, you actually wanted to get to know me. I mean, all my life I’ve felt like something was off.. and finding you, getting to know you, it’s made me feel… complete. You make me feel real.”
You’re caught off guard at his confession. He grins and he lets out a small breath. It’s like he could never truly portray his love and state the sheer difference you made in his life for simply existing.
“… I’m glad I make you feel happier?” You say it like a question but his words linger in your mind. Changing someone so much, making someone feel actually seen. You smile heartfully, “I’m really glad.”
The pale man’s grin widens and his cheeks darken at your joyfulness. It’s rare he gets to experience a version of you so happy, at peace.
Not scared or disturbed by the sight of him. The pale man’s expression shifts ever so slightly when he looks at you, to one of wistfulness.
He thinks back to the times when you were unaware of it, being able to be with you for who you are.
He closes his eyes.
Even if he refuses to think about it, sometimes you are hollow.
Abandoned in a way, when he has to explain why you can’t leave.
When you’re afraid of the monster which stands in front of you.
Khol’s hand shifts above his mouth.
He wishes this day was a little longer than the others.
“Khol, what’s wrong?” Your voice rips him from the clutter that is his mind, and his tired eyes rise open.
He finds you observing him with an unknowing expression.
“I was just…” He doesn’t want to ruin this by dumping his grief on you, “… you just look so cute right now, my dear.” His smile persists as he gets up from his lean, taking the empty plate in front of you.
Taken aback by his words, you get up from your seat and walk over to his side as he begins to wash your plate. He immediately notices, but not the look you send to his weary eyes. “I can do that myself, y’know.”
“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I allowed you to do that, you could use the time to explore our home a bit.” He hums, focused on the task at hand.
Truthfully he would just enjoy having you to himself.
“So what, are you my malewife?” Khol’s eyes widen at your sudden comment and he can’t help but burst out laughing, momentarily halting his scrubbing.
“I’m serious, you don’t need to do everything. I’m your partner after all, we should work together, right? If you do the cooking everyday, like you said, I can do the cleaning at least.”
Khol’s giggle continues as he turns his head to look at you, “I’ll do it heh- I do this everyday, it’s routine for me.” His laughter dies down and he gives you a thankful smile, “My darling, I love hearing you talk. Why don’t I clean this up and if it’s okay with you, we can sit on the couch together and.. you can just talk.” His expression changes to a more sincere one.
You pause for a moment, “I would like that. But I don’t wanna talk the whole time, I want to get to know you.”
—-
“You even chased that creep outside?” You can’t help but snort at the thought of Khol running like a gremlin to get rid of some scumbag.
“He deserved it, that guy wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Khol annoyance at the man is still very much palpable, but he smiles fondly at your amusement to his story.
“I take it I’m very much safe with you, then?” You ask him sarcastically, “Protected from all sides.” He hums and continues with his gentle massage of your hand.
His ‘skin’ feels rubbery, but it doesn’t affect you as much. As far as you know, he can’t help his appearance, but it never bothered you.
A face like his is fascinating to look at, although you don’t have the memory of any other faces.
You consciously lean against him and he tenses before relaxing a little and sighing. In a way you both missed this calm feeling. He makes sure to lean against you as well, engrossed in your hand.
“How are Phoebe and Zeke now? Do they come over from time to time?” You absentmindedly ask him, looking at your surroundings. It’s a small discomfort, but you can’t sense the familiarity of this place. Only vaguely through Khol’s touch do you feel like you belong.
At your question his intimate gesture falters, but he carries on, “They’re good, but they aren’t our friends anymore.”
You blink in confusion and turn your head to him, “No?”
“No.” Khol’s smile persists and his eyes briefly look at you before returning to your linked hands, but his tone has shifted.
This is the first time you feel like something’s off with his vibe, and it doesn’t help that he’s not getting into further detail.
“…” you face the room and lean against him once me. After a few moments of unwelcome silence, you respond, “I woke up today.. and by tomorrow I’ll forget everything, right?”
His smile weakens and he hesitates at your abrupt shift in tone, “Yes…”
“I’m scared.”
His kneading of your hand comes to a sudden stop and looks at you with an unreadable expression. The answer is obvious, yet he can’t say anything else, “Why?”
You have a solemn look on your face, “I don’t want to forget.”
“…I don’t wish that either.” Khol responds quietly with a melancholic tone.
“I really mean it. I don’t want to go. I don’t want the memories I have right now to vanish.” Your brows knit and your grip on Khol’s hand unconsciously tightens, “With this sickness, if I were to fall asleep tonight, I would.. cease to exist.”
The pale man blinks surprised at your words, “You won’t ‘seize to exist.’”
“Yes, I will.” You look at him, actual fear starting to mount inside of you,
“Everyday you meet another version of me, right? Everyday you have to introduce yourself to me again and again. Aren’t you basically living with a corpse?” Your hands start to tremble. Khol is left frozen at your words, his pupils now dramatically shrunken than before and his lips shut tight.
“Listening to you talking about our friends, whom I’ve never met before, recounting stories I wasn’t a part of, talking about events I haven’t experienced before. Even if I was physically a part of them, I wasn’t present. I don’t have the memories to look back on like you.” You breathe in and stare at the ground, squeezing your eyes shut, “I’m afraid of this existence. I get to be alive everyday, but not with the soul I once had, right? I don’t want to go to sleep and forget everything.”
Khol has no idea what he should do. To say he is overwhelmed would be an understatement.
In these past months where you’ve been forgetting everything you once loved, you never once had to deal with the fact that your consciousness only persisted for as long as the day went. For how long you stayed awake.
Calling yourself a corpse isn’t even far from the truth when you wake up to be someone else all the time.
“I don’t get to keep memories,” Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, “I can’t create new ones.” Your quiet sobs ring in Khol’s ears.
“And I don’t want this fate for you.” Your tearful eyes stare up at him and he involuntarily lets out the faintest gasp.
“I don’t want you to meet a different version of me everyday, not when I don’t remember who you are.” You breathe out shakily, “No wonder you are so tired, having to take care of someone who can’t love you the way you love them.” Your lips quiver.
“Please don’t say that.” He weakly responds, but his strong grip of your hand tells a different story. He’s holding onto a shred of you, a selfless shell of what remains.
You breathe in once more, “I’d rather you let go of this.”
Please. He really can’t take this guilt.
He gently wipes your small tears away and carefully takes you in his arms, staring at the surrounding walls closing in on your figures.
He wants you to yell at him than cry.
He wants you to slap him than feel like a bother simply for existing.
He wants you to stab him with a knife than you feeling afraid of your own mind slipping away.
But he’s not like that, is he?
No matter how much you cry, and how much it hurts him, he can never look back. If your pain means keeping you with him, then so be it.
After all, he accepted this a long time ago.
Just like you he shuts his eyes and avoids what scares him the most.
—-
I find the idea of the reader getting existential dread to be interesting, realizing their consciousness is a small speck of who they are, and that things seemingly can never go back with being ill.
As shown in the game, khol is very obsessive, according to the creator of YMTHAH, Kohl's species mates for life.
Khol used to work as a line cook, so it makes sense that he cooks every meal for you. The time and love he puts into the food he makes cant be measured by any human standards. FDA or otherwise.
Khol has absolutely snuck into your room after hes had a bad day, and just stared at you. Nothing sexual, nothing horrible. He just finds comfort in watching you, knowing you're safe, knowing you're all his
He has so many nicknames for you, he's tried to tone it down since you started to forget him, he doesn't want to scare you. But he still calls you things like; sweetheart, my love, dear, etc.
Since Khol stopped eating human flesh, hes been slowly deteriorating, turning back into his monster form. Sometimes he looks in the mirror and cries, worried that when you wake up that morning, you'll be terrified of him, even more so than usual.
If you accept and love him, he turns into the most clingy and sweet darling. He spends all his time following you around like a lost puppy, just happy to be around you, to bask in your glowing presence.
When you were dating, back when first stopped eating human flesh, he was so scared you'd stop loving him as he transformed back into his monstrous form that he would sometimes hide in his room instead of facing you. He would rather pretend everything is ok, than open that door and see horror on your face.
His kisses are sweet, and gentle, you can almost feel the fear ebbing off him in waves; he's terrified that you'll decide to back away, that you'll leave him.
Warnings: none. Maybe Spencer’s being its own warning lol. Can you tell I love skin care in my fics I just love how sweet and intimate it can be. i was gonna write the siren au instead of this but it was gonna be the reader on a cruise rather than being a sailor cuz idk jack about boats LMFAO
comments r appreciated ^^!
“Hey, babe, I got a joke for you.”
You’re busy sifting through thrifted clothing, border-lining tunnel vision, while your boyfriend is trying out a new comedic routine. God, you can't find anything so far—it’s always some influencer buying the best clothes while you’re scrounging the usual, uninteresting clothes. Maybe you’ll score a good pair of pants for once, relevant to the style you’re trying out.
Still distracted, you only manage to hum out a noise as a confirmation for him to continue. Just barely discernible over the metal clinking of clothes hangers being pushed and the cheap store music.
“What did the,” Khol stops to hold back a laugh, biting his lip, “What did the creaky door say to the guest?”
You hum again and pull out something that catches your eyes. “Dunno. What’d it say?”
A loud fart noise follows.
Did he just—there’s no way.
Immediately, you whip your head to see your boyfriend with a hand under his shirt, boldly making an armpit fart with it.
“There is no fucking way you just did that.”
He immediately bursts out laughing as he takes his hand out from his shirt. “Wait, wait—I can do a louder one!”
You almost threaten to hit him with a hanger. “Do not. Bad enough you touched your pit.”
He stares at you dead in the eye as he slowly places his hand back under his shirt, biting his lip to stifle any laughter threatening to slip.
Then heads are turned when a louder noise of flatulence is emitted from his armpit.
You quickly raise the hanger to whack him, and he laughs louder, hugging you before any damage can befall him.
“How was that one, huh?” The goofball asks, thick arms wrapped around your waist.
You toss the hanger back onto the clothing rack, rolling your eyes with a smile. “You really wanted attention that badly, didn’t you?”
He grins and nods.
…
“I’m not one who normally does this stuff.”
Khol’s tresses are pulled back by a fluffy headband to prevent them from touching his face. The dark strands touch his shoulders rather than his face as he smiles, feeling your fingers deftly rub the cleanser into his skin.
“The step-by-step process,” you tilt your head, “or washing your face in general?” You tease, slowly smiling.
He instantly pouts, yet it only briefly appears, replaced by a laugh. “The steps! I wash my face. I’m not dirty or anything.” He declares, defending himself.
“Or anything,” you mock, as the suds begin to cake his face in white, foamy streaks beginning to bubble. He closes his eyes and leans more into your moving fingers, the cleanser being rubbed feeling more like a sweet massage rather than a cleaning.
You pull your hands back. “Okay. Wash it out now.”
He opens his eyes with a hopeful, cheesy smile. “Wash it out for me?”
You don’t even bother entertaining him. “Now, how would I even do that. Are you aware you’re tall as shit, and I’d be drenching your shirt in the process?”
He watches your hands flick on the faucet then back as he leans on the sink, arms pressed on the marble and tight shirt stretching taut around his shoulders. When he leans over it, a couple of strands displace and flow over his shoulders; they get in the way and almost touch his soapy face.
You step behind him as he cups his hands under the water. “Hold on.”
He stops, peeking at you.
Then he smiles at feeling your fingers gather around his hair, effectively pulling back his long hair into a low ponytail, keeping it out of reach from getting damp. He loves it; you’ve always been so doting and considerate of him, and he’s rarely used to this kind of attention—flowing so easily and always putting him first.
It’s hard to not smile when he’s always near you.
His eyes crinkle when he lowers his face to his cupped, water-filled palms as the tap runs. “Thank you, honey.”
You pat his back lightly in response when you take your hands from his hair, running your fingers and letting the tresses slither into the gaps.
“Nothing to thank me for.”
You stand beside him, wagging your finger in a gesture to him and the drizzling faucet. “Now get on. Wash it out.”
He laughs and quickly obeys.
The taller male splashes his face once, then twice. Finally, he lightly washes the cleanser from his skin, repeating the simple little motions you did on his face to thoroughly wash away the soap.
The dark-haired man gives one more splash to his face before standing up, face dripping and glistening. The droplets darken on his worn-out band shirt, and you immediately reach over to the rack, plucking a rag. You lightly dab his face, keeping it damp enough for the next process but dry enough to have water paving its way all over the contours of his face.
“So,” you snort as he playfully leans into your hands and buries his face fully into the rag, soaking up your touch like a cat, “how’s your job going?”
Khol props his chin on the rag, hunched over to do the action, and shrugs. “Nothing all that much to talk about. I’m ordered to make food or join in with the flow of things. Sometimes I serve, sometimes I’m torching the top of a burger.”
Khol takes his chin from the rag, eyes glinting playfully. “Wanna hear how I almost burnt my hair?”
You want to deadpan at him, because of course that nearly happened to him—it’s Khol, but a smile sneaks onto your face, wide and amused. You place the rag on the counter as you reach for the skin exfoliate.
“Do I want to know?”
“Oh, you do.” He flicks the fluffy ears of the headband, a proud smile on his face. “I screamed and had those fire alarms ringing!”
He leans towards you when you flick open the tube, dolloping only a smidge of exfoliate. Your boyfriend's voice is low and conspiring as if he’s letting in the juiciest gossip. “One of the guys shot that fire extinguisher foam right in my mouth—it was awesome.”
You laugh, eyes wide and face bewildered, because what can you do besides laugh at the havoc he caused?
“Awesome? I would’ve been talking to a bald spot instead of your face right now.”
Before he can speak, his cheeks are painted with the exfoliate by your rubbing fingers. He reflexively steps back, grinning face dropping into a grimace at the difference in texture. “Why is it… bumpy? It’s like little rocks rubbing on my skin!”
You pause, then look towards the tube sitting idly on the counter.
Huh, you never thought if little rocks were actually put in it. It’s not, but it never occurred to you that’s what they felt like.
You go back to rubbing the exofoilate. Khol whines more at the weird, rough texture but doesn’t squirm away; he’s trying his hardest to stay still because it’s just some cleaning stuff. It’s not like it’ll hurt, right? No way his sweet, awesome partner wouldn’t prank him—actually, would that even count as a prank? Pranks are lighthearted, but having something burning his skin wouldn’t be lighthearted.
Little did he know, the next step would hurt.
While his mind wanders off to the logistics of what goes into a prank, the kind of easiness he could do around you, his body instinctively melts more into your soothing touch.
Harsh as the exfoliate may be, it doesn’t compare to how gentle and delicately you care for him. The rough texture barely registers when he has light, nimble fingers expertly brushing his cheeks—canceling out his discomfort and making him puddy, malleable, and relenting in your hands.
Only when you run the faucet again to wash the white soap from your fingers, he comes to. Khol blinks then faces his reflection.
“I look like a ghost.”
He faces with you, eyes crinkling. “A ghost with crazy acne.”
You snort as you flick the water from your fingers, shaking them dry. “Wash the soap outta your skin, Casper.”
He giggles, lowering his face to the running water, “And who are you gonna call when you see me—”
“Shut up,” you laugh.
Khol repeats the same face-washing process, but you halt him, taking his bigger, damp hands. With the faucet running as background noise, you guide him to do the next step accurately. “You have to wash out the exfoliate as if you’re washing your face. It’s the only way to deeply wash out it out.”
He pauses, glancing at your hands on his wrists, then back at up you. He ignores the small flutter in his chest from the delicate touch because even when dating you, everything feels like encountering his crush for the first time, and then he listens to your voice.
“Use two fingers to rub it out better.”
The dark-eyed man nods, then faces the water again. Thoroughly, he manages to wash the facial cleanser out of his face, this wash being longer and more focused than the last time.
Khol pulls his face away, eyes shining with a craving for validation. “I did good?” And you can practically see a tail swishing behind him, eager for praise at following your orders.
You quirk a brow, smile lopsided. “You did only your cheeks. Your nose and cheeks and forehead still need washing.”
That imagined tail droops in disappointment.
Khol groans silently but goes back, heading your words. His lithe fingers touch his forehead as you speak again, preparing to scrub away the dastardly exfoliate.
“But you’re doing the technique right. A for Accuracy, handsome.”
That tail immediately starts wagging again, and you can already feel him restraining himself from smothering you. You giggle the minute he pauses his scrubbing, only able to see a hint of his side profile, yet his silent excitement speaks louder than his growing grin.
You called him handsome, he giggles in his head. His heart flutters again—jumping and kicking in ways he wishes he could do right now.
But the bathroom is a bit too tiny for him to perform parlor tricks, so smiling and vibrating with excitement as he washes his face it is.
The last of the bumpy, annoying exfoliate is washed away, and what’s left is a face glistening and softer in ways he didn’t imagine could be possible. Khol’s fingers poke and prod at his cheeks while you grab the rag, dabbing away the cascading droplets plopping on his already darkened tee.
“No wonder you do this.” He pinches his cheek, grinning widely while staring at his reflection as you pat his chin. “I’m touching a cloud!”
You immediately laugh as you take away the fluffy fabric. “We’re not done.”
He purses his lips, eyebrows furrowing as his face scrunches in confusion.
“We’re not?”
You shake your head as you grab the facial toner.
“In fact, this might be the worst part.”
He looks at the bottle of clear liquid, then slowly looks back at you. “What’s that, honey?” He cautiously asks, laughing to drive away the creeping anxiousness.
You pop open the bottle with a flick of your thumb, and he immediately lets out a pained noise, as if he’d been punched in the gut. “Augh—! What the,” he covers his nose, “What the hell is in that bottle?!”
You whistle as you grab a cotton pad from the shelf. With a couple of shakes, the bottle wets the pad into a darker shade in its middle. “Face toner.”
“It smells like a science lab!”
You hold cotton to his face, grinning. “That’s because it’s odorless.”
He huffs, leaning down for you again. “If it’s so odorless, why can I smell it?”
Before you can correct him on the term when it comes to beauty products, he lets out a shriek the minute the wet pad touches his cheek. “H-how—babe, it burns!”
“It’s readying your skin for the moisturizer!” You laugh.
He looks at you, horrified. “You’re drying out my skin?!”
Quickly, he tries to seize the cotton pad, but it’s already hidden behind your back. You tap his nose playfully as he pouts down at you, feeling betrayed. “I’ll be quick. Just hold your breath. When I apply the moisturizer after this, you will be glowing.”
He pouts, more shoulders sagging.
You flutter your lashes, lips curling into an innocent smile. “Please?”
Khol huffs and crosses his arms. He can’t deny you—he can never deny you. Not when you’re being adorable and begging him.
He finally responds, muttering the word in a defeated voice.
“Fine.”
He’s putting his life in your hands; essentially, he’s trusting you won’t ruin his beautiful face. The idea of him glowing, looking refreshed and sparkly, was tempting, but only you looking so pretty has him agreeable.
You reveal the assaulter from behind your back, and he eyeballs it, glaring at it. If anything goes wrong, it’s the toner’s fault—his sweet partner is the innocent victim in this situation. Even if they made the culprit touch his beautiful face.
Yet his glare immediately melts into heart eyes when you abruptly pull his face down for a gentle peck on the lips. Khol’s crossed arms drop like dead weight by his sides from the sweet kiss, caught completely off guard yet fully accepting being swept off his feet.
When you pull back, and before he can chase after your lips for another kiss, he lets out a hiss—the burn taints him once more.
The wet pad begins to be dabbed on his skin.
Khol sighs, and his shoulders sag in defeat. There’s no escaping the damn little thing, so he’ll remain quiet.
And another hiss slips from his clenched teeth.
Or as quiet as he can be.
Thankfully, you’re quick because of how the routine flows through you naturally. Cheeks, to nose, to forehead, to chin, then patting any other untouched areas.
The cotton pad gets tossed in a little bin beside the sink while he stands there, the burn fading into just feeling how damp his skin is… again. Khol stands upright, easing his hunched back—gosh, you just had to be smaller than him. It’s cute, but the little back pain isn’t.
He hums, painted fingers touching his skin. “What now, honey?”
You pull his hand away from his face, and he stares down at you curiously.
“Now,” you reach a hand out and start fanning his face, “we manually dry your face. The toner needs to set.”
He laughs when he watches your hands create little wind. “Okay, this part is pretty nice.”
He closes his eyes and smiles, soaking up how your hands fan his face from every angle.
“Feel dry yet?”
He shakes his head, “A little more.”
You hum and fan your hands faster, lasting longer.
“How about now?”
“A little longer,” he raises two fingers in a little pinch.
Wrists tiring, but still wanting to continue the skincare, you continue fanning his face. It’s no longer glistening, and you’re starting to get suspicious.
You squint your eyes when he bites his lip, knowing very well he does that when he tries to hide his laughter.
“…now?”
“A little longer, honey—” he gets cut off by his own laughter, no longer keeping up with the act. “Okay-okay! I’ve been dry for a minute now. The air just feels nice.”
You place your hands on your hips, unamused, and he opens his eyes while grinning brightly at your expression. His hands cup your frowning face, and his warmth envelops you. “Don’t pout.”
“‘m not pouting,” your scrunched face says.
You then giggle when he tilts your head back and presses his lips to yours. When Khol kisses you, they feel way different from usual pecks—passionate in a way only his body can explain, rather than his words. He pours every inch of his adoration and love into his moving lips, despite it only just being a couple of seconds—it's so easy to get hooked on them. You feel his thumbs fleetingly pinch your cheeks before he pulls away.
The long-haired man’s eyes shine. “Alright. The last step.”
You poke his chest, a little peeved at how quickly the kiss ended since he always kisses you like it’ll be your last. “I’m getting a continuation of that when we’re done.”
He perks up as if you offered gold.
That was suddenly a good motivator.
He quickly snatches the tube and pops it open hastily, squirting a good amount on his palm. A bigger amount decorating the lines on his palm than necessary.
You laugh loudly and take the tube away. “Baby, you squeezed out too much.”
He looks at the glob in in the middle of his palm, then looks at you sheepishly. “It’s not… expensive, right?” You swipe a little from the little mass, snorting at his question. “I bought it in a set. It’s like fifteen bucks.”
He sighs, relieved from believing he put money, your hard-earned money, down the drain.
When your fingers touch his cheek, he realizes he enjoys this last step the most—you weren't kidding; hell yes, this was the best step. The moisturizer is cool and tender when it’s gently rubbed into his skin—feels so nice that’s he’s practically purring, really.
Khol ends up hunching over again—back pain be damned, this feels awesome.
“Ohhh, this feels too good.” The dark-haired man moans out when you begin massaging the substance into his skin—slow and deep, yet gentle and kind. Your fingers are magical.
Yeah, this is definitely his favorite part.
His groans, exaggerated and loud, fill the bathroom, and you laugh at his usual spirited behavior. “That’s enough. You sound like you’re dying.”
“Honey, I am living, and this is heaven.” He quips, opening his sparkling eyes. He’s greeted by your grinning face, a sight he’s always excited to see. “I’m,” he smoulders—that infamous look Flynn Rider once did, “looking at an angel too.”
“You are so corny.” He immediately breaks the facade and bursts out laughing, freeing his hair from the low-tail and standing straight in the same breath. He shakes a hand through the long strands to bring back the usual style, departing from the cute headband as well.
That unruly, long string of hair falls back into place in front of his face. “Me? I’m not just the corn on the cob, I am the cob—woah.”
Your boyfriend pauses as he stares at himself in the mirror. He’s breathless at the sight for only a moment, then he’s beaming, hands on the mirror, and turning his face in every angle. “I’m freaking, like, glowing like a glowstick!”
You cross your arms, basking in his eagerness and how right you were. “I know. You’re welcome.”
He looks over his shoulder, so happy and astonished. “Do you do this every day? Where do you buy the kit from, sweetie?”
Ugh, you nearly melt into a puddle at the pet name. You feel your body heat up as you avert your gaze, feeling flustered while he goes back to checking himself out. “Yes, I wash my face every day, but the exfoliating is every other day. Do that too many times a day, and it’ll damage your skin.”
He nods while still checking himself out.
You then grab the cleanser, staring at its label. “And I order it online from Sephora.”
He nods again, mentally noting your words while still checking himself out.
Khol then pulls away, lazily smirking as he leans his hip on the counter, crossing his arms. They easily flex under his shirt, the fabric form-fitting because he loves showing off his body, as a vein becomes prominent, striking across a bicep. “So,” he draws out, “about continuing that kiss.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He immediately looks at you like a kicked puppy, and you laugh. “I like that look better.”
You curl a finger for him to come near you, and he’s already latching onto you, thick arms wrapped tightly around your soft waist as he eagerly presses his lips along your face—reverently and adoringly. You giggle, every peck so quick that it feels ticklish.
You reach a hand out and stand on your toes while he’s distracted with showering you with affection. Your fingers card through his hair to style it more, and he pauses his showering of love, enjoying the caressing.
“You are so, so predictable like this.” You snort as you place a thick strand behind his ear. He shrugs, grinning. “That’s good, isn’t it? But I can be unpredictable, I bet you.”
You raise a brow. “How much?”
“Five straight hours of cuddling.”
That sounds like your legs falling asleep. You shake your head. “I honestly wished you betted money.”
His fingers roam your back, eyes glinting. “Money isn’t fun if I’m taking it from you. I like stealing from establishments.”
You look at him immediately alarmed, but he quickly raises his hands, laughing. “Kidding, I’m kidding!” Then he lowers his hands, brows wiggling.
“Or am I?”
“Khol.”
“Okay, I am!”
…
Low music hummed in the store, the kind of song that’s made for mall shopping and for coworkers to slowly go insane to—repeating and spiraling. You barely notice it as you make sure to shop for merchandise in the front of the store, specifically the front.
“Baby.”
You pick an oversized tee, an overrated anime printed on its front.
“Honey, look.” His voice snickering, barely able to hide his amusement.
You don’t bother turning around, knowing exactly what you’re going to see is something egregious. Spencer’s was the only place you could cheaply find a specific set of merch besides shopping online, secondhand dealers the next option.
But it was also infamous for having another world towards the back of it.
“Khol. If I see anything related to a dick, I’m gonna act like I don’t know you.” You hang the shirt back up, too tasteless and annoying you—the shitty anime plastered on the front of it is taking up most of the merch in the store.
His taller form towers over your shoulder, nearly pressing against your back now as he urges for you to look again.
“Look, look.”
You look over your shoulder and immediately bite your lip, not wanting to feel childish with your own laughter.
He specifically picked up a mug with breasts, equally ceramic and glinting under the lights, and had a slogan of “All Natural.”
“I’m actually gonna kill you.”
He giggles, easily entertained as he lifts it higher. “They could poke an eye out.”
“Baby,” he looks at you still grinning, “you’re not buying that, are you?”
The dark-haired male brushes his hair over his shoulder as he purses his lips, acting as if he’s in thought—you know very well he’s made his ultimatum the minute he spotted it. Khol then looks back at the mug, turning it over. “Well…”
He looks back at you. “They look like moobs.”
You stare at him with a brow raised, then look back at the ceramic. I guess you can see it… Wait, now you can exactly see it. They’re sculpted a bit higher than boobs should be.
“They look like my moobs,” he corrects, proudly placing a hand on his chest.
You snort.
“So you’d like to keep a reminder?”
“I’m either getting this or the ‘Guess who saw Uranus’ shirt.” His finger pokes the glass nipple of the mug as you stare at him, trying to remain deadpanned but failing at his ridiculousness.
“So,” you tilt your head while laughing, “not both?”
He glances back at you, grinning. “Both? You’re a bad influence.” Quickly, he turns around to fetch it from the rack towards the back. “Remember, you said it, not me, honey!”
You and Khol are in his house for the weekend. Yay!
You're also stuck in the middle of a heat wave, and his air conditioner decided to be the world's biggest opp and break literally the day before. Not yay!
So now you both have to deal with the heat, and the slight delirium it gives you!
That being said, you're gonna kill him if you keep saying things like this to him out of nowhere, Honey.
Warnings: suggestive, but neither of y'all have the energy to be properly horny about anything, so don't worry too much about it. Nothing happens. There's also a blink and you'll miss it line about suicide in case of a matrix scenario, but again. Not really something to worry too much about.
Border is by @vexinghearts
"This extreme heat will most likely continue for the next few days, and I'm afraid it will only be worse tomorrow. A heat index of 105° is estimated as the high for tomorrow afternoon -"
The monotone voice of the weatherman just kept on and on and on. Never changing, even as he reported expected temperatures that could only be found near the gates of hell.
You were next to him, unwrapping yet another Popsicle in your attempts to fight off the heat that had so rudely overtaken his house.
"Khol. Sugar. You hear this shit?"
"..."
Khol honestly couldn't hear this shit. Between the sounds of the bubble machine working in the corner of the room, and the wildly flapping ribbons that he had tied to the bars of two of the four old box fans that were currently blasting air, blissfully cold (he thinks he fell in love with you all over again when you taught him that Cold Salted Ice + Bowl of Water + Fan = makeshift air conditioner trick), all through his bedroom.
Which was being a massive bitch right now because it was STILL hot despite the MOUNTAINOUS efforts you and him had put into cooling it down.
"...Khol?"
Khol opened his eyes and looked at you. He actually turned his head for you. In this fuckass heat. That's how much he loves you.
"Honey."
"Hm?" You turned away from the TV screen to look at him. Excellent.
"You know how I don't like being cold?"
You snorted at him.
"Yeah. That mean you're holding up fine right now?"
Your tone indicated that you were just playing.
"I want to die."
He was not just fucking playing.
You leaned over to pat him once on his (beautiful) sweaty ass hair and reposition a fan to blow right in his face. It's one of the ones with the ribbons. They were very close to hitting Khol. He didn't move out of the way from them at all.
He's honestly half tempted to grab the chunk of ice from that water bowl and lay it directly on his face.
Man! This suuucks!
"Why was it so hooottttt?!" He whined to you, and you just took it like a benevolent sage. Or like someone who was both used to, and endeared by, his bullshit.
Boyfriend perks were the best. He could be annoying as hell and you would just find him cute. As long as he avoided pissing off you specifically.
You just slowly blinked, turning back to stare blankly through the TV screen and into the abyss as you slowly processed his question.
"Uhhh.... I don't know, sweetheart. The sun just decided to sit it's ass crack down on the ground for us to deal with or something..."
...Huh.
"..."
"..."
"...Hey-"
"Don't think too hard about what the ass crack of the sun would be like"
"Damn."
He closed his eyes, but he could still hear you take a deep breath and chew on your popsicle as the news anchers voice droned on. The fans and the bubble machine were buzzing on in the background and only adding to the cacophony that was do it's best at blocking out his thoughts.
Khol rubbed his face and groaned. God, it was so hot.
It was his first summer as your boyfriend, and it was too hot to go outside and do something.
Fuck. It was too hot to stay inside and do something! The nights were still blazing and Khols air conditioner broke the day before the weather really started turning for the worst.
What a dick!
He wanted to hold you! It was too hot to hold you.
...Maybe if he brought another fan in here it'd be cold enough? Maybe you'd let him hold you if he brought more ice?
Maybe?
...Please?
It could happen! There was a solid chance it could happen! You were being uncharacteristically bold today anyway.
Like, when the temperature peaked around noon earlier you had taken off your shirt and hurled it towards a corner that you didn't even bother to look at and acted like that was just something you did every day, not even having the energy to be embarrassed about it!
(Khol thinks he might've lost his mind a bit when that happened.
You were very hot and sweaty and you were laid out on his floor in his bedroom and he had stared somewhere that was not your face for a very long time after that.
("...Sugar?"
"...Yeah?"
"My eyes are up here, sweetheart"
"...I've made my decisions")
Listen, in his defense, you had long made it clear that you were perfectly fine with his staring.
Also, you had stuck your tongue down his throat last night while kissing him like a wild animal. Completely out of nowhere. So. His staring was just some sort of payback.
Yeah... Payback.)
He felt something cold poke his side.
He opened his eyes, and you were right there, laying next to him. Your eyes were half lidded, with you being made tired by the heat.
Still shirtless, by the way! And looking very flushed as well... There was sweat dripping down your chest-
You poked him again with the cold thing.
oh yeah, and you had a popsicle for him.
He snatched that thing up with a quickness when his brain caught up with him from its previous spot in the gutter, because holy fuck it really was hot out here.
So yeah. The heat was making both of you act a bit out of the ordinary.
Well. Not quite abnormal, per say, but bolder. Definitely bolder... Definitely....
... His thoughts were not fit for the public holy fuck. He needed to be put down.
You spoke again, your words running just a bit into each other as you exhaustedly fumbled out your sentences.
"We probably need to make some more food for tomorrow once the sun goes down... What's something that's good to eat cold? Uh... Chicken wraps? White meat is good in cold food. Do we have chicken in the freezer downstairs?"
The thought of cooking right now had him wanting to die, but oh my God you were saying We like you lived here full time and this was your home too and-
"Yeah I think so... I'll cook it later tonight, but I'm stealing some of the fans"
You shrugged and gave him a lazy smile. He wants to kiss you so bad.
"I was planning on going downstairs and helping you anyways, so we can take all the fans you want. Well! Maybe we should leave one in here. To keep the room cool, y'know?"
Khol only answered with a hum. You didn't mind. You just ended up stretching out beside him, as close as you could get to him without touching, and closing your eyes.
Besides a quick phone call with Zeke and Phoebe earlier, to make sure that everyone was still alive and hadn't been vaporizer by the sun, (Phoebe. Why the fuck was she OUTSIDE?!), conversation between you two had been going in and out all day with how much the weather was taking out of both of you. Sometimes you or him wouldn't even finish a sentence and just trail off into a peaceful white noise of fan ribbons and distant TV voices.
Not the most fun way to spend the day, but this was still rather nice. Something about being trapped in a room all day with your sleepy lover and nothing to do but eat ice cream and pop a stray bubble when it floats too close to you just felt so idealic, really.
You know what would make it more idealic, though?
A cuddle.
Just one? Just one cuddle? A kiss, perhaps?
No? He couldn't have that? It was too hot?
Fuck.
This had to be some type of cruel and unusual punishment, right?
You were both all alone. In his bedroom. With heavy curtains blocking out the sun and the outside. Minimal clothing on. Laying on a makeshift nest of sheets and pillows, and it was too hot to touch you.
He wants the sun to explode.
Khol closed his eyes.
He hates this.
...
Khol didn't open his eyes again until nearly three hours later in the day.
Ok then. He fell asleep. Makes sense. He and you had been taking short naps all day. The humidity coupled with the fact that you weren't moving much at all today kind of just meant that taking small naps here and there was the only thing you could really do. It was whatever.
But where were you when he woke up?
We're you laying next to him in the same spot you were last in when he fell asleep?
We're you, perhaps, sitting up somewhere, eating a cold sandwich or drinking a soda from the cooler he had carried upstairs earlier for the both of you?
We're you maybe outside of the room for a bathroom break or something?
Nope! You were leaning directly over him. Breathing in his face and starting at him completely unblinkingly like a serial killer.
You know. Maybe the heat really was driving both of you insane, because Khol just smiled automatically.
Awww you were just obsessed with him, weren't you? He was so flattered! Really!
Usually it was him admiring you when you were sleeping, so he was very happy to wake up and find the roles reversed!
"Hi Honey..." He was still tired, but Gosh, he sounded like a shy kid meeting Santa Claus for the first time.
Oh! He fucking WISHED he could be meeting Santa Claus right now! At least then everything wouldn't be on the verge of nuclear fusion with how God damn hot it was!
You gave him a (very aggressive) slow blink and smile in reply and continued to stare directly into his soul.
... Well then!
"... Honey? You alright up there?" He reached up and gently tapped the center of your forehead. You followed his finger with your eyes in an almost drunken manner, and kissed his hand after he pulled it back enough for you to reach. Awwwww!
Maybe the heat really did melt part of your brain of something? That probably wasn't good. He should get you some water and a little nap of your own before you really started losing it.
You sat back as he rose up from his position on the messy pile of sheets, still starting at him.
"Honey? Are you alright? Here- let me get you some water, ok? Oh!"
You leaned forward and grabbed his face. Yay!
"... Khol." Oh, you sounded very serious, actually.
...Oh no?
"Yes?"
"I Love you"
"aww! I love you too, honey-"
"Uh... Imma... I'm gonna make you my wife"
... Huh?
"Or husband. Husband. Yeah. Imma make you my husband... Wife. Male wife. Whatever." You pushed back the front piece of his hair away from his face and just kinda. Squished your face against his face and gave him something akin to a nuzzle. "...You're mine."
...
... AND THEN YOU JUST ROLLED OVER ONTO THE SHEET PILE AND FUCKING FELL ASLEEP!
WHAT THE FUCK- HONEY?!?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT????
... Was this real?
Was he real? Were you? Well, if you weren't real then he'd probably kill himself, so he won't entertain that possiblity. But what the fuck was that?!
Was this a dream? Was he dreaming right now?
Probably not, actually. If he was dreaming, then that confession would have lead to a lot more than a nap on your end and a spiral in his.
Ok then. So how will he handle this?
What will he do in response to the person he loves most in the whole wide world, suffers a possible brain melt and tells him that they want to marry him?
Start making wedding plans, obviously!
That was his first instinct anyway.
He kind of had to be glad that you had your eyes closed, because damn near every strand of loose hair he had had turned into a heart shape, and he just knew you'd tease him for it if you saw!
Husband? Husband! You want him to be your husband?!
Hot weather and dehydration could make a person do and say things they wouldn't normally do, and Khol knew that.
But damn. These heat waves were STRONG if they were bringing THAT out of you!
Ok! What all goes into a wedding? What kind of wedding did you even want? Did you want a theme? Big wedding or a small wedding? He didn't know many people (and his parents were never going to hear about this. Ever.) so getting a super big venue didn't make much sense for him, but for you-
...
Fuck. Wait.
... You were going to feel the same in the morning when you cooled down and woke up, right?
You were definitely delirious and probably didn't realize all the things you were saying. Your words came out slurred earlier and your pupils were dilated as hell (wow he really needs to get you some water holy shit).
But...You were still going to want to marry him tomorrow, right?
Right?
...
"...Khol?" Your voice was barely a whisper but he still cracked his fucking neck trying to whip his head around to face you anyway.
AND HIS SPRIAL WAS IMMEDIATELY FORGOTTEN!
DAMN THESE HEAT WAVES WERE STRONG!
"Honey?!" Some distant part of his mind wondered how insane he had to look right now. He knew damn well he didn't look normal- and ah shit. You were definitely seeing his hair going haywire right now!
You weren't looking at him like he was insane though, and you didn't tease him about the hearts in his hair. You just looked at him with a blank, tired sort of softness that he loved, and rolled over onto your back to reach a hand out for him.
...The temperature had gotten cooler while he slept, hadn't it?
Oh hell yes!
Listen.
Khol was a very dramatic man. He new that very well, but the speed at which Khol found himself laying on your chest with his face shoved into your neck, heat and sweat from the both of you be damned, was almost quick enough to break the damn sound barrier. He was just so so happy!
You turned your head and slowly gave him kiss after kiss after kiss on his head, hair, and face (Which he OBVIOUSLY returned)! You had your nails gently scratching his scalp and your other hand found his at your side and you were holding it.
Khol was melting into you like he was trying to get you to fuse.
You were touching him! Finally! It was still hot as balls and your were still very clearly tired (your eyes were closed again, despite your continued movement), and he was too, BUT HE GOT TO TOUCH YOU! LETS FUCKING GO! FINALLY!
ALSO!
"Honey?"
"hm?"
"Did you mean it?" If he could grow a tail to wag like a dog right now, he would, just to make his joy as known to you as possible.
Please mean what you just said! He felt so giddy right now please please please mean what you just said!
...You only blinked at him.
"...Hm?"
... Oh.
Oh, ok.
Well... There goes his fucking heart-
"Hm? Oh, the marriage thing? Yeah"
...WELL THERE GOES HIS FUCKING HEART!
"I mean. Eventually, y'know? I would like that... Wait wait wait- do you wanna get marrie-"
"YES I WANT TO GET MAREIED!"
His face was red. Your face was red. You were a happy little couple of tomatoes in here.
You smiled and kissed him on the lips. Just a quick peck, but still more than enough to make him lose his mind.
"Inside voice baby..."
"I'll use whatever voice you want!"
What the fuck was he saying? Dawg that didn't even make sense!
You just giggled and twirled a strand of his hair around with your finger and he tried very hard not to bite you. Way harder than it looked, by the way! (So much access to so much of your skin-)
"... I still want an actual proposal, so, this ain't the official offering, but... I mean, those are my intentions with you. With us. So...yeah."
You were so nervous, even as you were practically falling asleep right under him from how sleepy you were...
Khol was happy! He was so happy!
But...
"... Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to be the one to propose." His tone was completely serious.
He would just have to insist on his one, hon. He needs to be the one to take that step. He always wants to be the one making you happy. It was only fair! With how happy you always make him.
You just smiled real wide at him, and stretched out under him like a cat. He only clung harder to you as you adjusted and got more comfortable in your new position. Your voice was barely there as you pet his hair a few more times.
"Anything you want, Khol. Anything you want..."
He just felt so, so damn soft. His voice was coming out in whispers.
"I want you. That's all"
"Hm... You got me, Sugar..." You gave him one last kiss, a real one this time, and you fell asleep.
...
"This just in! Temperatures for tomorrow are now estimated to get up to a whooping 110°! A heat advisory has been issued, urging everyone to stay inside-"
I loved your khol head canons! They were super fun to read and super on point! Can you write more? Maybe a short fic if your felling it 🥺👀
I gotchu twin. I will not be proofreading this tho, i dont believe in proofreading (i'm lazy)
Khol x reader (YMTHAH)
this is a short story where you, the reader, wake up and think that forgetting & stabbing khol was all a nightmare
You woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding out of your chest as you looked around, you recognized your surroundings, it was your bedroom, the one in the house you shared with your boyfriend, Khol. As you sat up and grounded yourself enough to know you were awake, and in your bedroom, you realized just how terrifying your dream was; you had completely forgotten your darling boyfriend, the one who trusted you enough to reveal his monstrous figure and tell you about how he keeps his human appearance, as a result of forgetting him, you stabbed him! with a fork! there was blood everywhere and he just... slinked off to the bathroom with a quiet "...accidents happen..." Nothing more! The blood was enough to make you queasy...
Quickly, you got out of bed, hurrying down the hall to Khols room, eyes still blurry from sleep your movements sluggish & jagged. You faintly heard Kohl talking to someone, didn't matter, just means you wont be waking him up. As you approach his door, the floor creaks and he suddenly goes quiet, as though frozen; and just before you reach the door to knock, it flies open and you make eye contact with a terrified Khol.
Khol stared down at you in disbelief and horror, but after a few seconds his eyes focus on yours, glassy and fuzzy, he pauses, "Honey...? are you ok...?" Khol frowned, panicking at your distressed state, but before he could do anything, You stepped forwards, falling into his arms and sobbing, "Khol! it was horrible, i had a nightmare, where i forgot you!" Khol held you gently, frozen in panic, you shouldn't remember him, you shouldn't even be awake right now. Is this because he didn't make you eat your dinner? was missing one dose enough to bring back your memories?! Despite his panic, Khol gently wrapped his arms around you, attempting to soothe you, "....It's ok, even if you did forget me, i would love you. You're perfect, memories or no.." He muttered, trying to sound confident as you cried. Khol took a deep breath, slowly guiding you back towards your bedroom, "...How about you lay down? You can tell me all about your nightmare once your bundled up in bed." Khol smiled, as you sniffled, nodding in agreement.
Once the two of you reached your bedroom, you climbed into bed, with Khol reaching over and tucking you in, as you calmed down. Khol waited patiently for your breathing to level, just happy to stroke your back and comfort you, he was so happy you remembered him, even if it wouldn't last long. As soon as you started talking, Khol immediately perked up, happy to listen to you, "...in my nightmare, i stabbed you... with a fork... because i didn't remember you..." Your words were quiet, still upset, but Khol heard each one. The mix of emotions Khol felt was intense, on one hand, he was so happy you remembered him, and still loved him, on the other, you thought stabbing him was a nightmare, and you were distressed because of it... maybe he shouldn't tell you that it actually happened.... Khol snapped out of his thoughts pretty quickly, trying to comfort you, "it's ok, i'm ok. You didn't forget me, and im ok." he smiled, reaching up to stroke your hair, before pausing right above your head, so used to his affections being denied; but to Kohl's surprise, you leaned into his touch, smiling softly, "....Will you stay and cuddle...? just until i fall back asleep at least...?" you mumbled, calming down slowly. While you were calm, Khol was practically bubbling with joy, wordlessly crawling into bed beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. "I love you, my darling. Sleep well.." Khol whispered, happy to be holding you in his arms again, for the first time in months, he felt seen, the same way he used to be.
And as you drifted off to sleep, you could faintly see the hearts forming in Kohl's hair, and feel his rapid heartbeat, but despite him being a monster, he was the man you loved, and you felt safe with him.
Khol and you have both had the most hectic week possible. The good thing is you two made plans to spend the weekend together for some quality time!
The bad thing is that Khol forgot those plans and came home covered in blood that he can't explain, and freaks out about it for 5.5k words while you help clean him up!
Aight y'all. Warnings: Non graphic discriptions of murder, Khol is a monster that eats people and he does that off screen here. Blood is mentioned every other sentence. There is no smut in this fic, but there is non-sexual nudity.
AND IT'S TENDER KHOL HOURS LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
Border was done by @vexinghearts
Khol was forgetting something.
He didn't know what, exactly (if he did then he wouldn't be having this issue), but it had been knawing at him all week.
Honestly, he had also just had a pretty shit week in general.
For some reason the restaurants manager decided to shove a massive stick up his ass and take it out in everyone else and start micromanaging everyone everywhere, and blew up at everything even slightly off. He was blowing up at that things everyone was in collective agreement to just let slide usually! What the hell was this sudden crack down?!
THEN that asshole changed Zekes shift schedule for the week without even asking him, so Khol couldn't even see his friend at work at all this week!
AND THEN everyone and their mother decided that this week in particular they would remember this restaurant exists and SWAMP THE FUCKING PLACE!
AND THEN, apparently, the store you worked at got the leftover bulk of a huge estates sale that had to be sort through, priced, and shelves, BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO MISSED THE ESTATES SALE SUDDENLY CARED ABOUT IT NOW AND THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOUR STORE WAS SELLING THE SHIT THERE AND WERE FLOODING IN.
YOUR BOSS WAS MAKING YOU PULL BACK TO BACK SHIFTS AND OVERTIME LIKE YOU WORKED IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL AND NOT A SMALL ANTIQUE STORE- WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE NEED YOU THERE 24/7 FOR?! HUH?! COULD NOTHING WAIT?
There were a couple times in your relationship where he seriously considered killing Larry.
Larry was honestly fine! Usually! He just hated Khol, and he could live with that. It wouldn't be the first time he had been hated, but working you to the bone like this? Absolutely not!
You weren't getting back to your apartment until late at night and any phone calls you two made to each other had to be cut short because you were both just too tired to keep talking to each other! Don't even get him started on how neither of you were able to visit each other at work this week like you usually did!
Fuck his manager and fuck yours too! What the hell!
... At least you never hung up the phone after you lost the energy to talk. You both would stay on the line and just listen to each other breath until you fell asleep. He enjoyed that part.
BUT THE REST OF THE WEEK WAS DOG SHIT!
He hadn't had. ANY human meat. In nearly two weeks!
It was all he was thinking about lately! Khol couldn't do anything without thinking of how hungry he was for something he couldn't have!
He was slamed! Zeke was slammed! Any pieces of meat from their last 'hunt' were gone, and they were both too tired to go to bars and lure anyone to the slaughter. He was going INSANE! And he's pretty sure Zeke was getting more snappy than usual, so he's feeling it too!
And listen.
...He knows what he just did was sloppy.
I mean, seriously, he was covered in some drunk guys blood right now, but he was hungry.
Was it stupid? Acting on a hungry whim? Going out without gloves? With loose hair? In public? With only the night and a route through some dark alleys and an abandoned house as his cover?
Was he stupid for calling Zeke to tell him what he did on an impulse, give him the location and then leave the body there for Zeke to find? Was that a dick move on his part?
Yeah. Absolutely. He knew that. Sorry Zeke. But if he didn't get that meat today then he probably would have done something even more stupid.
And, he would also admit to taking out some of his frustration on the guy he killed. Even more when the guy actually put up a good fight and got Khol just covered in his blood.
Seriously?! Blood was everywhere! He looked like an edgy horror movie victim! His pants, his jacket and his shirt underneath that was slowly getting soaked, his face, his hands, HIS HAIR?! HIS FUCKING HAIR?! ARE YOU JOKING??? He knows he didn't tie it up but this was just insane!
Fuck. Maybe the guy had something to do with whatever he was forgetting? No, no, that couldn't be it. Whatever he was forgetting, it was something that happened a while ago. Plus, he already knew he messed up a lot of his usual process- Zeke had chewed him out royaly for it, but just!
Fuck!
What was he forgetting?!
He knew it was something important! He knew that he was going to be mad at himself for forgetting it as soon as he remembered what it was, but he didn't remember what it was!
This week sucked. He hated this. He wanted to go hang out with Zeke and Phoebe. He wanted a whole month off work. He wanted to kiss you and then collapse on top of you and let you dote on and take care of him, and then he'd dote on and take care of you.
And right now he wanted a damn shower because THE STUPID ASSHOLES BLOOD GOT IN HIS FUCKING HAIR!!! THAT'S JUST RUDE! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THATS GONNA TAKE TO WASH OUT?!
So he was a bit pissy when he jammed his house key into his door and shoved it open.
His phone had died after he called Zeke, and it was so late in the night (morning? It was definitely past midnight) at this point that calling you would mean waking you up and disturbing your sleep. He couldn't do that. You were getting so little sleep as of late already. He wasn't going to add to that, no matter how terribly he missed you.
So, he would be alone tonight.
There would be nothing for him tonight that could distract from this big, silent, empty house.
Khol slammed the door behind him and kicked off his boots. His work clothes were left in a plastic bag in the passenger seat of his car. He wasn't risking get blood on white clothes.
He probably should just wash his hands and go back out to bring them in, but they could just sit there for the night. Tomorrow was the weekend and he didn't... Have...
The weekend.
...Did he have...something to do this-
"Khol?"
He stopped dead.
Your voice came from upstairs.
...You were upstairs.
...No.
You were upstairs. In his house. Right now.
No.
Oh God.
No no no no NO!
Khol could not have forgotten this. Not today. Not now! Not while he was covered in this gore! Covered in all this blood!
You two had made plans. He remembers now. You had made plans to stay the night with him for the weekend about week prior. He remembers.
Oh you had just been so excited about it; you both were! Khol had giddily made a grocery list to make your favorite foods, and you had spent half an hour together choosing bad movies and true crime documentaries- the ones that really dug into all the forensic details that Khol loved- that the two of you would watch together this weekend, all cuddled up on his couch, and warm, and happy, and-
And then work had you both swamped by the next day.
And he forgot.
And now you were here.
He hadn't even gone grocery shopping yet...
...FUCK! How does he explain this blood?!
He heard your footsteps. You were coming down the stairs.
You were going to see him-
"Khol? You there, Sugar?"
"Honey!" Oh fuck what could he do?! Yell at you to stay on the stairs or go back up? He doesn't want to yell at you! That would just scare you and he doesn't want that. He could not have that! But what does he do?!
You came around the corner before he could decide.
"You got back real late today, Sugar. Kitchen keep ya that long-..." Your sleepy, but happy tone that he had always adored hearing died out the moment you saw the red splattered on his face, and Khols stomach dropped.
"... Honey-" he needed to say something! He saw your face flash when you realized what you were looking at and, Oh God you looked so scared.
"What the fuck?!" Your eyes blinked back into focus, and you were on him in a minute.
"Khol! Where are you hurt?! How did- where'd all this come from?! When did-" you were stumbling over your words, and your eyes and hands were moving from place to place like they just couldn't settle and he couldn't do anything to hold you and calm you down because his hands were just covered in dried blood and he refused to transfer that on to you!
So he ended up holding his hands out like he was trying to placate a small, scared animal in a way that had never worked for him before with real animals but seemed to get somewhere with everyone else, all in an effort to not get you dirty.
"Honey! Honey, breathe, please! I'm alright! I promise..."
And then, despite his efforts, you grabbed onto one of his hands and laced your fingers together as soon as you could.
Despite his efforts, Khol let you.
Your eyes were still wild and rapid as they checked him over, but as he did his best to sooth you, and when you could find no tears in his clothes nor any signs of pain from him, those same eyes gave way into an alert confusion.
Then the warmth of your hand disappeared, and you started trying to get behind him and spin him around ever which way to get a better look at every possible location all the blood covering him could have originated from.
"Where are-... Can you feel any pain? Did you get into a fight or. Or did someone follow ya? Here, take of your jacket-" You reached for his zipper and he, as gently as he could, stopped you by taking your hand in his. A reverse of your previous position.
He might as well hold your hand like he wanted, now that you had shown you didn't mind blood, at least not when you were worried for him.
You leaned in and kissed the back of his knuckles within a second, almost like you were running on instinct, staring at him all the while with those wide, lovely eyes like you hadn't even noticed what you had done, and somehow, his heart still found the strength to flutter.
Fuck, he just loves you so, so much.
He adjusted the way he was holding your hand so it was encompassed by both of his own, and brought them up to where he could lean in and kiss them at any second.
He rubbed his thumb across your fingers and looked deep into your eyes.
How was he going to explain this?
"Hey, hey... I'm alright. The bloods not-..."
Oh God what does he SAY?!
"..." You kept looking him up and down. Kept looking at where there were large quantities of blood and stared at them like you were expecting them to be darker or get bigger in a way that implied bleeding, and then moved on to another area after not finding it.
You were becoming more and more confused by the second when nothing was turning up.
Khol knew there were some cuts and bruises on his arms hidden under his jacket (courtesy of Mr Fight Club earlier), but nothing that would amount to the blood bath soaked into his clothes, and Khol suspected that you would see that for yourself in the near future.
Khol could feel each and every beat of his heart and every breathe that entered his lungs as you looked him all over for answers and came up empty.
"... The blood ain't yours?"
"...No"
You looked... He didn't even know how to interpret that look. He only knew he hated it. Your voice was coming out shaky and he hated it.
"... Its-... Sweet heart, it's a lot of blood..."
"..." Khol closed his eyes. What could be say?
He took a deep breath and pulled your intertwined hands closer and took his time laying a kiss to your knuckles.
"... I'll. I'll tell you later... Honey..? Is that ok? Can I tell you later?" He looked at you with a desperate hope.
Please, please say yes.
Please Honey, please say yes.
Let him figure out what lie to tell you later.
Let him keep his secret for a little longer.
Let him keep your freely given love for now, please.
Keep looking at him with not an ounce of fear in your eyes for just a little while longer. Please.
Please. Please don't leave him when you finally find out. Please don't leave him all alone!
You just blinked at him, sweetly oblivious to the reasons behind his inner strife but still recognizing it was there.
"Uh. Yeah! Right, right, of course you can love! Um. Just... Just let me..." You reached out your other hand towards the zipper of his jacket once again, and Khol didn't stop you this time.
You stared at him. The blood that had soaked through the jacket and clung to his arms and the fabric of his T-shirt was much less, but still very much there.
"... Khol?"
"Hm?"
Your other hand came and joined where the rest of yours were all intertwined, and your eyes locked with his.
"... If you feel pain, at any time, then you gotta tell me, alright?"
Khol found himself smiling softly, despite the situation. You were so worried for him! Even if that feeling in you changed when you found out that the blood truly wasn't his at all, he could have this moment right here right now.
He kiss your hands once again "Of course, my dear"
The panic was subsiding, and you found yourself fit to fluster in the way that Khol always made it his mission to bring out in you.
You were still fidgeting with everything you could. Shifting your weight from side to side and you kept squeezing and playing with his hands. You were looking for something to do.
"... Right... Well then. Let's uh- let me clean you up, ok?"
Oh, Khol could feel himself softening up by the second, and that was reflected in his voice and in his gaze.
"Anything you want, honey"
You smiled, a crooked little thing, and took your hands back to grab into his arm and lead him up the stairs.
He pretended not to notice you were moving slower than usual, in case he really was injured and was either hiding it or didn't realize. Khol couldn't mind it much. The last ten minutes had felt slower than usual, after all. This would only fit.
You had stopped and let go of him only to grab towels and washcloths from the hallway closet, and then silently herded him into the bathroom before you once again began to fuss.
"Alright uh. I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt right now. I need to get that in water real quick if you wanna get that blood out." Your words were a little slurred and jumbled together as you distract yourself with turn the shower on and checking ever few seconds to see if it was hot enough. The tell tale steam eventually forming when it did.
Khol raised a brow and looked over himself.
He smiled. Something shit eating and not fitting in with the overall atmosphere, but... He just didn't like seeing you like this, trying to find something to do to help him with a problem that he couldn't even explain.
"... Honey?"
"Hm?"
"What about my pants? Should I take those off too?" Not that it would lead to anything, but he wanted to hear you laugh.
"Please do." Your voice was more clinical than anything.
Oh. Ouch.
Ok then. Not the time. Got it.
...You were probably just crashing from the high emotions. That was fine. Khol could understand that.
He'll just... have to find a way to make you laugh tomorrow...
-AND HE HAS TO COME UP WITH A FUCKING STORY TO EXPLAIN THIS SHIT BY TOMORROW! FUCK!
You left him in the bathroom after a quick comment about fetching some clothes, so Khol dedicated about ten seconds to a nice mental breakdown as he stripped.
What does he say? What can be say? Where do people get covered in blood? Fucking murder scenes. And fights. Oh! Fights! Ok. So let's say he got into a fight. Who was he fighting? Did he know the guy he was fighting in this scenario or was it a stranger? Fuck fuck FUCK-
Khol but his lip. Fuck! Ok, so he got into a fight- it's a lot of blood, and none of it came from him, so the hypothetical person didn't know Khol could fight, so let's go with stranger.
Khol had gotten into a bar fight in front of you once- the fucker deserved it for what he said to you- but he held back for your sake. He really, really does not want you to be scared of him.
But then Phoebe also made a comment about it, teasing him about how light he was on the guy, and asking if it was because you were there. Right in front of you! So, you probably did know that Khol usually went farther in fights when you weren't there to see it.
Khol did his lip harder. Ok. He got into a fight with a stranger and he beat him way too far. Fuck. Now that make him look like an asshole.
What if there were multiple guys?! That would explain the blood a bit better.
How many could he get away with? Two? Three? Khol was strong but a three against one was a little-
... What if he wasn't alone in the fight though?
He had never told you that Zeke got his shifts changed, did he? He had forgotten about it after you showed him a weird little jar that had a two headed centipede floating in preserving liquid that came into your shop. He lost his mind when he saw it, and then lost it more when you told him that you already bought it for him as a gift, and Zeke was forgotten about.
Ok. So him and Zeke got into a fight.
...Well shit. Now he has to get Zeke involved with this.
Ok, but why-
The door creaked open and his eyes found you instantly.
You came back into the bathroom with an almost shy look and a pile of soft, matching pajamas that you had bought for both of them as a 'joke'. You two didn't wear them as often as he would like, but something about seeing them, and knowing that you deliberately packed yours for this sleep over, and rummaged around his room to find his made his wild heart beat a little more softly.
He loves you. So much.
"Ok. So we can't soak your clothes in the tub, so I'm gonna just put your shirt in the sink, and your pants and jacket are both black, so they can wait a little longer or get the blood out. Cool?"
"Cool" he would be cool with almost anything if it was you asking.
You smiled at him and slow blinked like people have told him cats do when they love you "...Cool."
You turned on the cold water and plugged the sink drain, which made the bottom part of the now foggy mirror briefly have an identity crisis before the steam won, and put his red T-shirt in there to soak.
And then you started stripping yourself.
Oh!
Yay! You were joining him!
(of course you would be. Of course you wouldn't leave him alone right now)
You said nothing once you were bare, only looking away from his face to briefly scan how much blood had made it on his body- and undoubtedly noticed the small cuts and bruises you couldn't see before with his jacket on and hadn't noticed till now.
Khol struck a pose like you were checking him out instead "You like what you see?"
"...Huh? Oh!" You gave him a. Not quite laugh? You exhaled pretty hard out of your nose though, and you smiled, so he would take it.
Then, you gave him a small kiss on his collarbone, and that made him blush and want to melt, before taking his hand once again to lead him into the shower.
You got him under the warm hot water and had your hands in his hair immediately, and he went a little bit insane in the safety of his thoughts, because if someone told him that this is what heaven was, he would believe them and die in an instant to get this forever.
But if he was dead then he wouldn't get to see you. So. That obviously couldn't happen.
Khol already knew that the sound he made was going to haunt his dreams and embarrass him years down the line, but God! He hasn't seen you in a week and now you were right here, and he could see all of you, and you were so close, and you were touching him, and you cared about him so much, and he cared about you so much, and-
His eyes were completely closed and heavy. You were massaging his scalp and making him tilt his head this was and that so you could scratch where you needed to to loosen up the dried blood in his hair, then ran your fingers all the way through it to get as much of it out as possible before properly washing it.
Khol barely remembered to give himself some artificial tangles in his hair, both to avoid suspicious about how his hair stayed pristine after such a violent 'fight', and to give you something to do to take your mind off of the blood. Which, predictably, you took little parts of his hair at a time and unwound the tangles with tremendous efforts to not break the hair, and he made sure to not make any knots that would require that.
But eventually , you took apart the last tangle, and you simply took a moment, with your hands resting on his shoulders, to just look at him, and Khol looked back.
... Why were you looking at him? We're you about to ask? Right now? We're you-
You grabbed his face. Oh!
Honestly, grab was a bit of an exaggeration. It was more like you were simply finding a new place to rest your hands.
He leaned closer to you. Leaned more into those hands.
You gave him another slow blink, and then you moved his hair out of his face, and then you closed your eyes, and then you gave him a slow, weighted kiss on his forehead. Right between his brows.
"I love you"
Your voice was so calm and so clear, and you were looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Amd he was staring at you with his eyes and mouth open like a fucking idiot.
What was this reaction time he had? Who let him date?
He put his hands over yours and put a kiss right on one of your palms. Flaking and melting blood running down both of you with the flow of water be dammed.
"I love you too, sweetheart"
You brought him towards you and pressed your forehead against his, right where you just kissed. Slowly- all so slowly, like you were trying to burn this moment into your very being. Burn this moment into your soul.
"...I love you so much"
Khol closed his eyes.
He wants this burned into his soul too.
...
You both breathed together one more time, and then you pulled away, gave his face one last stroke of your thumb, and then turned to get one of the cloths you had laid on the shower bar and wet it under the running water.
You were silent as you held his hair back with one hand and started to wash his face with the other, and Khol was silent as he stared at you.
You were always so gentle with him in ways he had never known he'd receive. He doubted he could ever truly tell you just how much he meant that.
You cleaned your hands and applied the actual cleanser yourself. The tips of your fingers gliding across his face in a way that was much calmer as the majority of the blood on his body was being slowly washed away, although you did switch back to the cloth to clean off the soap for him.
Khol started melting the second you reached for the shampoo bottle.
"Honey?"
You were working the shampoo between your hands and trying not to drop any on the floor.
"Hm?"
"I love you" He already knew the smile on his face looked stupid.
You smiled at him right back. "I love you too, Sugar"
And then you began that scalp massage all over again as you washed his hair and- listen. Could anyone really blame him if Khol said that time seemed to pass by in a blur after this? He faintly remembers leaning on you so heavily that his face was just in your neck with his eyes closed by the time you began to work the shampoo through the bottom part of his hair. Just to make sure everything was clean.
...He may have started leaning on you on purpose, though. But you, for one, clearly didn't mind! You had kept him in that same position as you walked him back under the center of the water flow and worked the suds out of his hair, and he didn't know how many, but he's sure that you were giving him kisses on his shoulder and anywhere you could reach, so you needed to be this close too!
That was the official excuse that Khol was going to roll with if you ever teased him for this later!
Conditioner was much the same ritual, and this is also the moment where Khol accepts that his usual hour long hair routine was not happening tonight.
He just wanted to be in bed with you in your matching pajamas and holding you as soon as possible. He could happily sacrifice one missed night of hair oils and wax for that.
No, but really, he is so tired right now.
Like. Wow. This week, and this night in particular had taken a lot out of him.
And- ugh! He still has to think of a full story to explain this later! Probably by morning. Fuck AND HE HAS TO TELL ZEKE TO BACK HIM UP FUCK!
He gets another kiss on the shoulder and then slightly pushed back so you can get the cloth again and move on to cleaning his body...
So now he's trying to multitask on coming up with his story and figuring out the best way to tease you right now with a sleep deprived brain.
He ends up just absentmindedly kissing you wherever he could reach while not disturbing you from your task. Not the tried and true method, but eh. He'll tease you later.
...Uuuhhhhhh shit. Man he doesn't know. Him and Zeke were closing and some difficult customers came back and started causing some bullshit scene outside.... And uhhhh.... I guess Khol had recognized them from a previous incident, or maybe they were a 'past friends' horrible terrible ex that should've been in jail anyway.... Uh. Yeah. Yeah that sounds fine... Ugh. Now he has to make up a fake friend he doesn't talk to anymore. Fuck his chungus life.
"... Khol?" Your voice cut through his half asleep mind.
"Yes?"
"... Baby, whose blood is this? Do you know them?"
"... Ah"
Honey! How convenient! How sweet of you to wait until he came up with a story! Thank you very much that's very considerate of you!
But maybe he didn't respond soon enough because you got nervous.
Aw man.
"You ain't gotta tell me what happened! Not yet, anyway... But- I mean-... do you know them?"
Shiiit. Yes and no? Let's just say he had met this Ex-friends Ex character a couple times but didn't really know him. That sounds legit.
You weren't looking at him in the eye when you asked "... Do they know you?"
... Oh Honey. You worried about him too much. (Please never stop)
"Uh. Kind of? It was three guys actually. Don't worry! Zeke was with me so it wasn't like I got ganged up on it anything"
You stepped closer to him and held his hand. Awww. He kissed your forehead.
He really needed to brush his teeth so he could kiss you for real. He doesn't want you tasting any hints of blood in his mouth, after all.
"Hm... One of them was dating one of my friends- not someone you know. Me and her didn't really keep contact after high school, but trust me, that guy was awful to her. Apparently he hasn't changed. Started causing a scene outside the restaurant." He'll have to fine tune the details later, but that was later.
"Outside the restaurant? Did he know you were working there?"
Forehead kiss. "Probably not? That guy was always fucking weird, but I only met him like twice and haven't seen him in years... I'll tell you the rest later, ok?" After he gets this story straight with Zeke. And he gets some sleep. And some cuddles. And an actual kiss.
Khol took a deep breath and stretched. Ok. Time to lock in. He was so tired. Sooner you guys got out of the shower the sooner he would get those cuddles.
He gave you another kiss, this time on your cheek (he just really liked doing that) and took the washcloth from your hand to finish washing himself, and you took that as your sign to finally start washing your own face and body.
Khol washed your hair though. He was done with himself by that point and honestly just kind of wanted an excuse to play with your hair.
Yeah... You guys were probably in that shower for like two hours, but Khol had no sense of time at this point, so who knows. It wasn't like he was panicking over his potential water bill anyway.
He also wasn't ashamed to admit that, by the time the water was shut off and you two were patting each other dry with towels, that his shirt soaking in cold water and his bloody pants still in the floor had completely slipped his mind.
He wasn't really happy when he got reminded about them. He literally said "Boooooo!" When he stepped out the shower.
He just! Wanted! To sleep! And maybe have a little kiss, too! Fuck!
You also groaned as soon as you saw them, so he wasn't alone in this.
He briefly though of talking you into just ignoring the clothes and dealing with them tomorrow (gross, he knows. He doesn't care right now), but you were already moving to drain the bloody water and ring out the shirt, so that was obvious a no go.
Even as he saw both of your life energy drain when your eyes landed on the bottle of hydrogen peroxide that Khol had brought out from his medicine cabinet, you didn't stop.
He gave the bottle to you and took his shirt back. It wasn't completely clean yet, and he still didn't like the thought of you getting blood on yourself.
Khol gave you another kiss, this one on the top of your head and hair as you opened the bottle and poured it on the worst of the blood stains while he held the shirt still, disinfecting the fabric.
You both rested it on the sink counter when you were finished with the front. The back hadn't gotten much blood in it, thankfully. But the chemicals had to soak. Which took more time. Ew.
Khol sighed and stretched as you washed your hands. He wanted to be in beeeedddddddd!
He looked back at you.
You were kind of playing with the water, he noticed... Not in a scared way, just in the way you'd get a bit too nervous when asking for anything you thought might 'burden' him. He was still trying to spoil that thinking out of you. Success has been greatly varied.
"...Sugar?" Awww you sounded so sleepy!
"Yes?" He perked up in an instant. You know, sometimes he felt like a dog with how happy he got when you just talked to him.
"... Your pants and jacket are black..."
...Oh? Was he about to get his way?
"They are"
"Blood doesn't show up much on black..."
"It doesn't"
"Can we... Sugar, can we maybe leave them for tomorrow-"
"Yes we can!" He got his way! Hell yeah!
You were both ready to fall over each other, so between getting you dressed, getting himself dressed, brushing his teeth, and rinsing out the shirt again and chucking it in the laundry for an actual wash while his pants lay happily forgotten in the bathroom floor, there was mostly just an exhaustive urgency to Finish This Shit, and Finish This Shit you both did.
He would also have zero shame in admitting that he was straight up half asleep lying on his stomach against your chest as you lazily blow dried his hair for him on his bed. Two of his favorite things were happening at the same time: he was getting his hair played with and you were touching him. He saw no way this could possibly be a bad thing.
He also happened to notice a jar full of a two headed centipede on his nightstand! He was gonna be jumping around about that in the morning!
The second the hair dryer shut off and all the fuzzy feelings he always had around you were reaching an all time high, he pulled back just enough to see you fully.
You were so sleepy and so cute and he never wanted a week like this to happen again because he just missed you! So, so so much! He loved you and he missed you and he wanted to really, really kiss you! ... Oh wait-
"Can I kiss you?" He hoped he had puppy eyes right now. He didn't really know what puppy eyes were supposed to look like, but he hoped he had them.
You didn't answer, but you did smile and pull him closer to you, SOOOO-
Uh. He may have gone a bit crazy with the way he pushed you down against the pillows and kissed every square inch of your face like a rabid dog...
He couldn't help it! He really, really loved you! And you loved him! And you were smiling and petting his hair while he kissed you so CLEARLY you were ok with this and that was all Khol needed to know!
He has no idea where he was getting all the energy to kiss you from. Maybe he just had a separate system dedicated to you, who knows? But you were clearly worn, so Khols little rampage turned into nuzzles in only a few minutes.
Awww, honey, you were barely keeping your eyes open to look at him!
He leaned over you to turn off the lamp before falling back down to his place next you you.
You were barely awake...
Khol kissed your eyelids and you smiled, and took that as your cue to snuggle up to him and close you eyes for the night with one last yawn.
"..."
"... Khol?"
"...hm?"
"I love you"
The smile on his face was dopey. He didn't need a mirror to know that for a fact.
"I love you too, Honey"
and with that, you fell asleep.
...
... Fuck.
Something was still bugging him.
He was supposed to do... Something- OH FUCK HE NEEDS TO TELL ZEKE-
Zeke would then get woke up by a dozen illegible and incoherent texts from Khol, asking him to back him up with... Some story. Apparently they now had a make believe high school friend with the world's worst ex.
What the fuck, man?
He texted back a single K because it was FOUR IN THE MORNING KHOL, and went back to sleep with the knowledge that he was going to call his friend tomorrow and open up a can of verbal whoop ass on him.
