“Don’t goddamn scare him.”
Jeremy tries to flinch at Mike’s voice. Not because he doesn’t trust his best friend, but because the man’s voice just seems to boom. Shake the very ground despite sounding like he’s attempting to whisper.
There’s also an angry edge to it, and an angry Mike is never good.
The only issue is he feels groggy from sleep, can’t even open his eyes that seem like they were glued shut. Not only that but it’s...warm. Warmer than he’s ever felt before. Makes him want to curl up and go back to sleep.
“It’s impossible not to accidentally scare him, Mike.”
“Give his ass space, then. Don’t fucking hover.”
Jeremy forces himself to at the very least try and roll onto his stomach so he can ignore the familiar voices sounding like their taking turns using Eggs’ megaphone. Something’s clearly wrong, and Mike sounds concerned, but that only makes him want to not face it. Pretend it’s not happening.
Something nudges him. Out of sheer stubbornness, he manages to get enough energy to shove it away from him, a glare wrinkling his nose until it finally disappears.
“Jerber?”
Jeremy pointedly turns his head away from Mike’s voice, burying his face in his crossed arms. “L-L-Loud.”
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i have 8 different half-finished pieces for nears bday 0 of them are close enough to done to submit and i don’t have the energy to finish any of them *explodes into a million pieces*
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thank you all so much for the love on my nanami smut piece!!!! 😭🥺❤️ I’ve been so busy the past couple days but I’ve been reading everyone’s comments and tags and my heart is so warm 🥲💗
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I made myself eggs :) and a London fog with my apple pie honey as the sweetener :) (still trying to get it right bc I prefer the ones I get at cafes still)
(It’s nice to at least on one of my days off have like. A slow start to my morning, using the good milk frother if I can bc I’ll presumably have time to wash it. And have like a breakfast outside if possible :) which I am just sitting on the steps outside.) (ive simply made my peace. Perhaps im weird. But I am free. And it’s not a crime to eat outside. It’s nice) (like. People in the semi hedged in sometimes gated communities often have table and chair sets to eat on their front porch. If I’m on the steps or a step stool or the stone tiles or the ground it’s still all good) (we do not have space to both have the path to the front door and a table set. Not would we buy one. But I got a free 6’ folding table that I intended to use a lot more but sadly there’s usually a car in the carport where I’d set it up. Outdoor covered spaces my BELOVED!)
Eh. Whatever. I’ll just do what I feel like and what I’m up to. (A bit sad I’m not going on an impulse trip to get another tattoo tomorrow but ah well. I haven’t messaged the artist and I need to pay for school anyway :P) (…unless my friend IS free at a time that works that I could go get the tattoo anyway… 👀 but no. Unless. Anyway)
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