they don't get a happy ending

just like always, alone again

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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punz's awakening is slow and quiet. he gradually sinks back into consciousness but he keeps his eyes shut and his breathing steady. there's a chance that he falls back asleep for a little while but he isn't sure, not really keeping track of the time or state of his being.

he's so comfy, and the ache in his shoulders seems undeniably relaxed at last, only now replaced with a comfortable stiffness that comes from sleeping for so long.

eventually, he decides to stretch and brings himself back to the real world, feeling the mattress shift beneath him and only then remembering that he was in a bed, not the backseat of his car. he decidedly relaxes back into the comfortable bed once more, figuring he should make the most of it.

though he does blink his eyes open to judge previous him's choice in hook-up, just to be met with the sight of a doorway. he slowly rolls over to face the rest of the bed, eyebrows furrowing in surprise when he finds the space empty.

despite his longing to enjoy the comforts of a mattress and duvet, punz sits up, squinting his eyes at the light pouring in through a huge window on the wall opposite the bed. there's a beautiful view, surely at least eight or nine floors high, but punz doesn't appreciate it long before the rest of his senses wake up and he becomes aware of the familiar scent of weed filling the air around him.

his gaze darts over to where he notices the ravenette from last night standing on a balcony outside the window, leaning against a half-wall that looks down over the city. his hand moves to the side and punz sees the joint between his fingers right before watching the smoke cloud the area in front of him, slowly dispersing out into the air.

punz can't see the boy's face but he assumes that he looks hot as he smokes the joint because, from what he can remember, he was a generally very attractive male anyway, and blowing smoke from between your lips makes anyone a hundred times more attractive (in punz's eyes).

the glass door that leads to the balcony is slightly open, an explanation for why the weed smell is so strong even from inside.

punz stretches out once more, unused joints popping back into place before he pushes his legs out from under the covers. he plants his feet on the floor, feeling the cool air hitting his legs, significantly colder than the body heat circling under the duvet like a radiator.

he takes note of his own nudity, reaching down to the bag he'd brought in the previous night and quickly pulling on some shorts and a hoodie before fully standing, stretching once more. he can't help but groan at the pull on the muscles in his back, only describable as a borderline orgasmic feeling.

when he looks back over at the window once more, he finds that the ravenette has now turned, leaning back against the wall with the joint burning away between his lips. he's smirking slightly, taking in the sight of punz so early and, when their eyes meet, punz's mind helpfully remembers the name of the stranger.

sapnap.

he smiles slightly back, hoping it's at least a little hot, not just tired and derpy, and makes his way out onto the balcony.