dsmp age regression oneshots

close those eyes, play dumb

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

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karl wakes up with a yawn, entirely reflective of how tired he still is.

it makes sense though, as he rolls over to see the sky still dark through the guestroom window and the alarm clock blinking back a digital 10:45pm.

he came up for a nap as soon as he'd arrived, tired because of the drive from north carolina to florida, but that still could've only been a few hours of sleep since he'd set off just before midday.

he lies there for a moment, torn between trying to sleep again or working out what it is that had woken him up in the first place, but it doesn't take a minute before he becomes over-aware of the dryness of his lips and the tightness in his throat.

he groans in annoyance which, unfortunately, just makes him crave a drink more.

so, entirely unhappy about leaving the warmth of the comfortable bed, he drags himself to his feet with a pout and groans quietly again as he beelines over to the ensuite.

he always thought it was crazy that his friends gave up the ensuite room so it could be the guest room, but he supposed it made sense since they often had girls like sylvee or drista round and they probably didn't want to make them share the same bathroom as the likely messy trio.

though, clearly, they weren't thoughtful enough to consider their guest's thirst, as karl searches every cupboard for some sort of glass and comes up empty-handed.

he half considers using the toothbrush cup, empty because he is yet to unpack into the space, but decides against it when he considers how much dust is probably sitting at the base.

instead, he chalks up the motivation to walk again and leaves back into the bedroom. he glances around, stupidly hopeful that, for some unknown reason, there may be a glass in there, just to be disappointed once more.

he tries to be as silent as possible as he leaves his room.

he doubts his friends will be asleep, because they don't have day jobs and all of their schedules and body clocks are a complete mess, but he considers the fact that they may have slept to try and be in sync with him. plus, secretly, he doesn't really want to bump into anyone right now- he just wants to sneak downstairs, get a drink, and tuck himself back into the comfort of the bed so he can doze off once more.

still, maybe he's a little bit dramatic for tiptoeing down the stairs. though, in the brunette's defence, at that point he was doing it more to entertain himself than actually remain unseen.

he sneaks into the kitchen, sure that he'd succeeded on his mission as he beelines over to cupboard that he knows (from visiting prior) stores their cups and glasses.

he pulls it open, reaching up to grab a pint glass. he figures bigger is better since he can take it back upstairs with him and prevent another future night of dying from thirst.

he quietly closes the cupboard again, pausing halfway to the sink when he hears movement in the lounge.

he takes a step to the side, so he was just able to look through the doorway into the main room, and freezes at the scene in front of him.