When the creature visit

Pt 3

Hey I'm so sorry if there is repeats from the last chapter my writing proses got really fucked up and jumbled

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~A couple hours had passed, and Snær was still passed out on his bed. The whole morning was gone. He lay dead still, silent.~

Bazle started to stir in Shisk's arms
B: "mmmm" he mumbled

~After a moment, someone knocked on the door quietly, stirring Snær... Though he refused to move or answer, and quickly fell asleep again.~
??: *Sir?* ~The person, a masculine voice, knocked louder. Snær kept quiet, though started to grow annoyed. The longer he kept quiet, the louder the knocks.~

Bazle sat up and looked at the door, Shisk noticed the movement and woke up too

***'Fuck off.'*** ~He grunted, too quiet for the person to hear.~
??: *Sir!?* ~The voice shouted, sounding concerned, worried even as another, soft voice spoke with him.~
***'WHAT!?'*** ~He loudly yelled, huddled under the sheet. Feeling his head heat up again. Feeling a throb.~
??: *Are you alright?*
?: *Did those mutts we bring in hurt you?* ~They questioned. Snær sat up, deeply sighing.~
***'No. Now fuck off. I'm tired.'*** ~He responded quietly.~
??/?: *What?* ~They both responded in sinc, hardly hearing his quiet, rather exhausted voice.~
***'FUCK. OFF.'*** ~He snarked loudly, you could quickly hear the feet scattering away. Snær rolled his eyes and fell back on his bed, stretching his arms out as he felt a headache erupt.~

Bazle covered his ears and lade back down, cuddling into Shisk.

~After a minute or so, he groaned again and climbed out of bed on the opposite side, recalling that the two were on the other side of his bed.~
***'I'm making food, holler if you want anything.'*** ~He muttered quietly, his voice croaky and deeper than it was before. His hair was full of static and stuck up, somehow messier than usual.~

S: "mmmmmhm." He groaned and hugged Bazle closer
B: "k" he squeaked out

~He stretched his arms above his head and stood tall before quickly relaxing in a slump position and warming up some pre-made pancakes he had in his minifridge, warming them up in his small microwave. A small, limited "kitchen area" on one side of his room. Once warmed, he put a few berries on them and got himself a glass of wine. He carried it over to his bed and sat down, looking over at the two.~
***'You two a thing or something?'*** ~He finally asked, worried about their response, but the curiosity was killing him.~

B: "no he's just my best friend." He said rolling over and slightly sitting up.
S: "I'm hungry." He said groggily sitting up

***'Oh.'*** ~He seemed unsure, doubting him, but not bothering to pry.~
***'I have some pancakes. They're small but eh.'*** ~He offered, picking up one of the miniature pancakes on his plate and holding it over towards Shisk.~

Bazle stood up quietly and walked over to Snar
Shisk got up slowly and tiredly walking with Bazle

***'Just have this plate, I'll just make more.'*** ~He noticed Bazle wanting some and sat the pancake back on the plate, handing the plate to Shisk before getting up and walking over to his mini-kitchen.~

Shisk grabbed a pancake and held the plate so Bazle could reach it better
B: "thank you." He said grabbing a pancake

~He put a decent stack of pancakes on a plate and warmed it in the microwave before separating it and putting a little bit on a second plate as well as adding berries on both. He returned, handing Bazle his own small plate of pancakes.~
***'There. That's all for now.'*** ~He ordered, not wanting them to eat all of *his* food. Considering how limited he was.~

B: "thank you." He said happily grabbing the plate

***'Mhm.'*** ~He sat back on his bed comfortably and sat his own plate on his lap, taking a few bites of a pancake as he gently swayed the large cup of wine.~
***'Thirsty?'*** ~He held the cup over and eyes them, wondering if they would take it. Or if they even knew what it was, what alcohol is. Can they even get drunk..? Maybe he would figure that one out another time.~