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Rubbing the crust off my eyes i slowly sit up from my old ass couch, groaning in the process. Like fuck, this couch wasnt even those comfy, soft couches, it was just .. idek a dumb ass couch.

"ow mother fucker."
My left contact had to dry up, and trying to blink out the bothersome scratchy sensation, my right one pops out as well. I always forget to take them off but i mean, i dont have the energy to do that. Even if i run out of contacts i still have a pair of specs somewhere.

With only huge ass boxers, i trudge through the apt , trying to find my phone. I swear, every fucking day as soon as i get home i just fling that shit somewhere. so like a dumb ass, i instead stand in the middle of the living room, trying to remember what the hell i was doing up. My eyes wonder towards the clock next to the couch, and i squint my eyes to barely see the numbers "2:07 ".

The hell was i doing up? Whats today? The fuck am i doing standing?

Ditching my phone, i trudge towards my torn pass that hung on the arm of the sofa, and i search through the pockets, finding my lighter and i light a cig to my lips.

My eyes drift to a moving figure as it passes right by me and heads to the kitchen. Thin figure.platinum dreads. It only takes me a few seconds to process as i take a breath and sigh.

" fuck you too Orai," a smirk places itself in my lips as she returns from the kitchen, coffee mugs in hand . handing me one i gently take it from her and take a sip, as she practically plops next to me, making the just made coffee go up my nose as the mug hit my lip.

I give her the only death stare as she roars in laughter, followed by a kiss on my busted lip afterwards. Orai is the type if person you can fuck around with, experiment with, basically do anything with and she wouldnt give two shits about it. Ive made her my family, since shes the only one in it.

I smile as i gaze down at her, and she looks up at me slightly puzzled, as i place my hand around her hip, bringing her close.

" hey dweeb.." She muttered as she placed her palms on her lap.

"Yeah tiny? "
Looking down at her i took the time to examine how smoking she looked. To me, she was a model, but to her she thought of herself as just another human on the earth. For many years ive seen her exposed body, vice versa, and i just find beauty in her.

Yeah i know in a dick, and i say shit about everyone else but Orai is my wife. My other half. Fuck with her and im sure ill bash your face in .

Her pale skin, to the point where it seemed purple in some areas, her petite figure, her thin wrists, her thin thighs. Like fuck. Im not sexually attracted to women, but if i was. Oh boi.

"yo dweeb! "
A flick on the nose fucked up my whole fantasy and i looked back at her, trying to focus my eyes.

"The fuck was that for? "

"You werent listening.."

"Yeah i was."

" then what did i say?"

Yet again i manage to smile as i lean back in the sofa, looking up.

"Something about getting food from the deli since we are out?"

I earn a smack on the forehead and a groan, as i rub my forehead, watching Orai's petite body walk away to fetch its coat.

" fuck you clear.."

" Love you too Tiny. "

She shuts the door and i just sit there realizing that i was still fuckin up and i lay back, waiting for sleep to knock me cold.