Take My Heart... (Radiosilence, Human Au)

Humble Abode Full of Not-So-Humble People

We got back to his dreary apartment, around the time that the moon was halfway down in the sky.

And I was utterly exhausted.

Everything seemed slow and my eyes ached to be closed as the car ran to a steady stop.

It didn't take but a few moments to get to his door. I was surprised he didn't have a more refined, larger place like I had anticipated.

It was nice, a vibrant, warm lighting welcoming both of us as soon as that rickety door opened.

So, I stepped inside.

I paused for a moment, not entirely sure what to do.

Al seemed to inevitably notice my quiet hesitation and responded with a.

"Vox dear, put that in the fridge and sit down somewhere. You can shower when I get out."

He placed his words out with a calm, light sort of tone, and he seemed to to waltz away after I responded with a soft.

"Alright,"

As he left the room, I got up and entered the kitchen.

A rusty sort of color being the main choice for the skeme along with accents of avocado green. It wasn't just the kitchen either. Those colors commonly glistened throughout the whole flat. From what I could gather at least.

I opened the fridge and placed the thigh inside, forcing myself to feel a little guilty.

It was probably the least I could do to feel remorse for my actions, though it was a hassle to do so.

I walked back into the living room, the two spaces only separated by a few counter tops, and I sat down on the couch, grabbing a magazine and skimming it as well.

Nothing interesting, just something to read so I could pass the time.

Then I noticed that some of the models were cut out. Not the full person, just sections of them.

I didn't think it was too odd, considering his other deeds, just mind wracking really.

Not much time floated by before Al was done with his shower.

He came out in a striped, red pajama set, seeming like the lateness of the night had finally set into his body, too.

"I set out towels and some clothes for you"

He huffed, he'd lost that charismatic sway, as if it washed down the drain alongside the blood he'd scrubbed off.

I naturally took his words as a sign to go shower. So I let him show me to the bathroom (giving him a slow chance to get out of there) before getting undressed.

I started the water, turning my hand as far as I could to the warm side.

I sighed when getting in, closing my eyes and just feeling the water against my body. Not really caring how hot or cold it was, just gladder than anyone to get cleaned.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

I DONT REALLY HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY IM JUST GLAD YOURE HERE READING THIS, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! YOU ARE LOVED!!!