little by little

alone again, naturally

𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒

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sapnap makes his way quickly down the stairs, missing every other step on his way, before turning into the kitchen.

the main light is off but the under-cabinet led's are still on, though the setting is low, so the room is illuminated enough for sapnap to make his way around. as he passes, his eyes dart to a discarded empty chip packet on the pristine marble counters and he winces playfully to himself, knowing damn well that he unintentionally left it there earlier and hoping that dream hasn't seen it.

it's not like his friend will actually care that a little bit of trash was left out but dream always makes such an effort to keep the house clean and put together, sapnap feels bad whenever he accidentally goes against that. he doesn't even think dream strives for a spotless house, it's just like the blond instinctively cleans.

seeing as they live together, sapnap thinks it's only right that he should hold his weight and respect the atmosphere that dream likes to keep, even if he often leaves things lying around without thinking. he too is a generally tidy person, though his habits are a result of his upbringing more than anything else.

the ravenette grabs the chip bag on his way and drops it into the bin under the sink.

their house is so clean, you would never walk in and think that two twenty-something-year-old streamers live there. sapnap thinks that people often assume they must be messy and unorganised because they've never had 'proper jobs' or had to learn the importance of independence, but that simply isn't the truth.

in fact, the ravenette can confidently say that he and his best friend have experienced independence more than the majority of people their age, and probably a lot of people much older than them, too. even george, who has temporarily moved back in with his dad for the months leading up to his move, has been through a lot that led to him depending on himself when no one else was around.

of course, the people who follow them online don't know that, but still.

sapnap shakes off his train of thought as he opens up one of the overhead cabinets and reaches up to take one of the protein bottles from the top shelf. he brought them with him when he moved, claiming it was just in case he decided to get back into running, but really they're for secret moments like this.

nights when it just feels safer to drink from something with a lid. when he can wrap his lips around the bottle top rather than sipping from the edge of a glass. it's such a little thing, but sapnap never overlooks the blessing of being able to drink without having to worry about spilling something.

if it was up to him, he would drink from bottles exclusively -whether that be protein bottles or just regular water bottles- but he knows etiquette doesn't abide by that, not to mention how his friends would no doubt take the piss.

good-naturedly, of course.

putting the protein shaker to the side, sapnap pulls open the fridge. he wants apple juice but there's hardly any left and he doesn't want to take it all in his huge bottle so he opts for milk instead, since they have a whole load of it and he knows dream keeps an emergency spare in the freezer.