[ tangled ]: my muse snuggles with your muse and their arms and legs are tangled up @burnish-boss
|Long shifts are rough on the body. Even more so when the shift goes on longer than anticipated due to an untimely fire. He's glad he was there to help extinguish the flames, but he's even happier that it's over.
Slipping into his apartment and trudging across the carpet to his small room took the last bit of energy he had. He knows he's gross and probably has to eat, but right now, he just doesn't care. Galo plops face-first onto an unmade bed, ceasing to exist upon contact.
He doesn't know how long he's been asleep, but he knows something is different. Literally, his shoes are off. When did he take his shoes off?? He's not quite awake enough to figure much out, but there's a body attached to his. Oh, it's Lio. But isn't he gross? He totally had to smell like sweat and smoke. Whatever.
He's pretty sure Lio wasn't home when he got here, but Galo is glad he's back. He cracks open one eye to spy a familiar blonde, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips. He shifts his head to bury his face in Lio's hair. He smells nice.
