#✶ — › ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶜᵒˡˡᶤᵈᵉˢ — ⌜ scene i ⌟

[zarfm]

he’d fucked up the night before; zar knew that as soon as he woke up with a hangover and a blonde head laying on his chest. he pressed his lips together, holding back curses, trying to figure out how he’d get out from under city. she was an alright person, really, it was just... he hated that he kept making these mistakes. slowly, carefully, he lifted her off of himself, trying to slide out from under the covers, but, inevitably, she stirred, “hey,” he mutters, sure to keep a low volume as his head still pounded. “just going to make breakfast.” 

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