SWEET SLUMBER, the last of his acquired winnings that soon comes to a halt at the sound of pestering knocks at the apartment door —— attempts to sleep through it prove futile as they grow louder. he pulls all of his blankets off and leaves his bed, lucky enough to have slept in at least his pants the night prior. ( though lucky is being generous ; he’d have easily answered in boxers if fate had played out that way. ) a quick glance in the mirror to fix disheveled hair and rub at fatigued eyes, he decides this is good enough. the knocking persists, so soon after, he’s opening the door slowly, head peaking out to get a view of the unsolicited visitor. when he does, he breathes easier and steps out from behind it, shuddering at the breeze that hits his chest. “ shit, ren, it’s like, five fucking am, ” he mumbles slowly, eyes adjusting to the light of the hallway. ( worth nothing : it’s two pm. ) figuring this has to do with their marriage paperwork, or something of the like, he beckons her inside with his head and opens the door wider. “ come on, it’s too cold for my nipples out here. ”