𝘽𝙍𝙐𝙏𝘼𝙇 • 𝘾. 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙍

𝑪 𝑯 𝑨 𝑷 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹 𝑻 𝑾 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 𝒀 𝑶 𝑵 𝑬

[ 𝐁 𝐑 𝐔 𝐓 𝐀 𝐋! ]
"Home"
TW/CW: Eliza, more creepy junkies, guns, and y'all's fav yummy (and healthy) S M U T

THE MORNING AFTER Halloween Carl woke up to the slamming of the Valentina's house door, jumping up out of instinct somehow not waking Valentina who was tangled up in his arms. It probably had something to do with the amount of partying they did up until just a few hours ago. His massive hangover making his eyes sensitive to the filling the room due to Valentina's weak curtains as he looks around.

Carl glances down at her then the door listening to the silence before laying back down next to her curling his arm around her waist and pulling her up back on top of his to allow his dead sleeping arm some relief, knowing she prefers to be like this anyways. Her bare breasts pressed into his chest when as her soft puffs of snores settle on the side of his neck. Having fallen asleep the second she got dropped into bed, Carl had just tugged off her costume and shoes so she wouldn't wake up uncomfortable and have to do it herself.

She sighs in satisfaction at the rush a warmth brought to her front, on of her ankles hooking under his knee as he brushes her messy waves of hair out of her face. He stares at her, having to remind himself he hates math to not count the freckles on her face before his plants a kiss on her forehead. Under the assumption that they were alone, Carl allows himself to lulled to sleep by the the sounds of Valentina's soft snores and breaths as his hand rubs her outer thigh and the other rests on her opposite hip.

The stomping sort of footsteps clamoring up the stairs quickly, shortly after breaks the peace once more. And glass hitting the floor pulls him back from the holds of sleep, Carl subconsciously reaches for his gun on her nightstand.

He watches the door as vaguely familiar voice swears in slurred words in the hallway.

"Valentina!" The shout heard from the other of her door, "Ven a hacerme el almuerzo!" (Translation: Come make me lunch!)

Carl's brows scrunch in confusion at the older woman words but her tone was enough for him to slowly slip valentina back off him and stand up.

He didn't want her waking Valentina up, especially when they've only slept maybe two or three hours tops. She didn't need this.

"es por hoy, mocosa!" Eliza slurs, banging on the door making it shake on its hinges. (Translation: it's for today, brat!")

Making Valentina yelp in fright, wakened by the abrupt sounds.

"Carl!" The girl whispers, eyes widen as they look up at him as her hand clutches his wrist. She sits up her eyes brimmed with fear as has her brain lapses in time and it overwhelms her.