Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

twenty - three

t-minus one week until surgery 👀

I yawn and stretch as I wake up in our new bed.

I don't think I can ever sleep in another bed again.

The bed is empty, but I can't say I'm surprised.

It's about lunch time, so I make it my new mission to get food.

I decide on Chick-Fil-A since it's something that we all like.

Uber Eats is such a blessing sometimes.

As I wait for the food to arrive, I work on sweeping the kitchen and quickly loading the dishwasher.

Wow, I feel so domestic right now.

The doorbell rings, and I take the white and red bags from the delivery man.

I sort the food into meals, making everything is correct.

George is my first target like always.

He mutes his mic, hopping up to greet me.

"What are you guys up to?", I ask him, still weary of the mic.

"Alex is streaming, so be careful when you go to his room.", George warns, taking the food out of my outstretched hands.

"Thanks for letting me know.", I give him a quick kiss.

"Thanks for getting me food,", he shoots back, taking a fry out of the container and tossing it into his mouth.

I smile before leaving, shutting the door behind me.

I trek upstairs first, delivering Sapnap and Karl's food.

Setting Alex's outside of his door, I text him to tell him there's food outside.

When I reach Clay's door, he opens it before I even have a chance to knock.

"Why'd you go out of order? I'm usually after George.", he pouts, giving me a sad look.

"Oh, wah wah.", I tease him.

He grabs my hand, pulling me until I'm comfortably nestled in his lap.

I hand him a fry from the box, him taking a big bite.

The small piece that is left is popped into my mouth.

"What are you guys even doing?", I ask him as he eats a chicken nugget.

"Um, we're messing around with some of the old game modes we've coded.", he explains.

The server looks chaotic, but I expect nothing less.

"So.", Clay mumbles.

I look up at him, one of my eyebrows quirked up.

"Alex told us something interesting this morning.", he casually mentions.

I sigh, already knowing what it was.

God, he's such a blabbermouth sometimes.

"I'm glad you quit.", he admits, his head resting on my shoulder.

His headphones make it a bit difficult, but at least I can hear what the others are saying.

"I'm a little nervous about quitting still, but I'm glad I did it.", I explain, playing with the fingers of his hand that's resting in my lap.

I can hear his name being said through the headphones, and he lets out a soft grunt when he has to unmute himself.

"Oh my god, what?", he groans.