Location: Gray + @winnieblythe‘s House Status: Closed
When Winnie got home, Gray was sprawled out over the couch, two blankets piled on top of him. The PS4 controller sat neglected on the floor, along with 3 empty cans of Ginger Ale. The man in question? Hardly visible under the heap of plush on top of him.
The sound of the door caused his head to raise, and he sat up, blinking when the light switch flipped on. “Bro, what the fuck,” He mumbled, pushing a blanket off of himself and stretching. The nap had... shit, it was dark out? How long had he been asleep? Being unemployed sucked - big time. Finally clearing the sleep from his eyes, Grayson sleepily blinked at Winnie.
“I’m sick,” He told the other plainly, as if it weren’t obvious.





