[ Sharkface flexes his fingers, working the ache out. There's a part of him that wants to ask Drake just to stay in bed and they can lie next to each other and just be, but he's hungry and he figures Drake is, too. He pushes himself up a little, dragging hand down his face. And Drake said he could stay, but -
Nah. Time to get up.
Sharkface exhales and heads into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He looks tired. As expected, really. But still alive.
That matters.
He pads out into the kitchen, reaching for the cup with his eye to wash it out. ]
Can I help? I'm a shit cook, but -
[ He waves his hand vaguely. He can follow directions, at least? ]
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[ Sharkface flexes his fingers, working the ache out. There's a part of him that wants to ask Drake just to stay in bed and they can lie next to each other and just be, but he's hungry and he figures Drake is, too. He pushes himself up a little, dragging hand down his face. And Drake said he could stay, but -
Nah. Time to get up.
Sharkface exhales and heads into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He looks tired. As expected, really. But still alive.
That matters.
He pads out into the kitchen, reaching for the cup with his eye to wash it out. ]
Can I help? I'm a shit cook, but -
[ He waves his hand vaguely. He can follow directions, at least? ]