Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 32: The Aftermath

Sapnap POV.

The moment I heard the car stopping out in the driveway I stood up, prepared to encounter my soulmate and ask him how everything had happened. When I went to glance out of the window I was late enough that I couldn’t spot them. A few long seconds passed before the door opened and Karl stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.

He fell forward the moment the door opened and I had to jump forward to stop him from falling onto the carpet. “Sappy!” He hummed happily when I helped him up. My arms wrapped around him, feeling my nose wrinkle up as the scent of alcohol filled my nose. “You-re strong.” He chuckled as I lifted him onto the bed.

“What happened?” I asked him, thinking that if he was wasted it probably took a turn for the worst. After shutting the door I turned back over, noting that his shirt was covered in a few stains. “Karl?”
“Nothing ha.. happened.” He reassured me.

“You are drunk.” I pointed out, watching the way his head swayed whenever he attempted to sit up. “What did you have? How much? Is George drunk as well.”
“Calm down.” He huffed, hand moving to paw at my chest. “You're getting dramati… dramati…”
“Dramatic?” I questioned, brushing my fingers through his hair.

“Ye. Dramati, ex-ecutale.” He scooched himself over on the bed to allow me beside him. I gave a nuzzle to him and he let out a groan. His wings stretched out, feathers strangely unkempt by his standards. They fluttered with desperation while looking at me, pushing himself closer.

“How much did you have to drink?” I questioned, once again running my fingers through his hair. “Was it one glass? Two?” Angels are not good drinkers, especially pure blooded Cherubins such as my beloved soulmate. They can’t handle more than one or two glasses of light stuff such as white wine or gin and tonic.

I wondered how much it would take to get him this touchy and wasted, with his fingers spread apart feeling the fabric of my shirt. “What did you have?” I asked him again, keeping the firm persona of a parent. He giggled. “Karl.” I huffed. “Please baby. It will be good if you tell me.”
“ ‘m good.” Karl told me.

“Yeah, you are good.” I hummed. “But telling me what you drink will make me think you are even better.” He gasped excitedly, wings fluttering at the same time. “So what did you have?”
“Vodka!” He giggled happily.

“Vodka?” I repeated. I knew that that was a very strong human alcohol that I wouldn’t sit well with most angels, especially cherubins that would even start to get dizzy with a glass of white wine. I smelt his breath again before being caught off guard with a kiss on the lips.
“You taste good.” He told me. “Like vodka.”

Without me having the chance to stop him he climbed onto my lap, arms draping around my shoulders. “I wan you Sappy.” Karl’s beautiful face was lit up as his hips began grinding against me. “I wan my sera… sera-fin inside of me.”
“No way my darling.” I kept respectful the entire time, yet also firm and clear.

“But-” While he attempted to talk I just shook my head, thinking that it was best to keep it clear that I was not budging. “It’ll be fun Sapnap.”
“You know what else will be fun?” I offered the drunk angel. “Getting changed into some clean comfortable clothes and sleeping. Then tomorrow back to work.”

He continued to grumble but I was able to lift him up, and as his body curled around mine, and the scent of stew on his shirt merged in with vodka. It was quite a depressive combination when it came to human smells, especially when it was soaking in the clothing that he wore. I may even have to make the tough decision to burn them to get rid of the stench.

When I carried him into the bathroom I set him down in the tub, glancing over sympathetically at the sound of him fussing to get comfortable. “Calm yourself my love.” I instructed, listening to him continue to fuss. “How about you tell me about how your date went.” Perhaps a good distraction while I attempted to clean him.

Much to my surprise he began sobbing, causing me to stiffen before turning back around. “Dove?” My voice was soft and I knelt beside him. “What is going on? Why are you crying?”
“I’m sorry.” He whimpered. “I am so sorry I wen- on a date with George. I feel so bad. I hur- you.” A tear rolled down his cheek.

“No, it was a strategy and sometimes they don’t work. You don’t have to blame yourself.” I comforted him. The brunette continued to blink slowly with an ashamed expression.
“I was mean to him.” Karl’s voice turned to a whine. “I told him that he couldn’t drive.”

“I’m sure that he didn’t take it to heart.” I responded. “Now arms up, I’m going to get you undressed.” Slowly the other angel lifted his arms up and I slowly moved to pick his shirt up. “Tuck your wings in, baby.” He did as I told him.

“Can you stay in the same bed ter-night?” Karl asked as I helped him get changed. “I don’t wan you to be m… alone without me.”
“Of course, Dove.” I hummed. “I’d be happy to stay with you.”

George POV.

My fists banged against the door. “Tech!” I called out. “Tech-no. Open the fri- *hick* -fricken door.” I continued to pound against it with my fists beginning to bruise from the force. There was no answer, causing my gaze to narrow from annoyance.

Was he not here? Was he doing something else right now? Where would he be at this time of the night? The date had gone horribly wrong and I wanted to talk to someone about it. I wanted to seek company and comfort from somebody who I respected, but he was not here for me to talk with.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I resisted the urge to say something, to scream a threat at the empty room. Instead I cautiously stepped along, going over to Dream’s room and knocking on the door. Only a second or so passed before the door opened and the blond opened the door.

“George?” He asked, seeming concerned. “What’s wrong?” I swayed where I stood but even then I could see all the concern he had for me, and without a word he embraced me in a hug.
“I went on a date with Karl and it fucking… fucking sucked.” I sobbed. It made me look weak but I didn't care.

“You went on a… what?” He asked, seeming confused.
“A date.” I sighed, allowing my weight to completely collapse in his arms. “I thought it would be coo… cool. All I did was emb-rass myself, and he emb-rassed himself too… it sucked.” I continued to sob in his arms.

“Well you don’t have to worry.” He reassured. “Why not come in and lie down? You can stay with me and we can just chill.” All that I could do was nod, eyes fluttering as I allowed myself to be escorted in.
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How rude of Karl to say George can't drive