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THIS IS EXTREMELY LAZY AND NO WHERE NEAR MY BEST WORK PLS DONT JUDGE ME BASED ON THIS CHAPOTER ALONE 😭 this is so embarrassing ☠️ This is prob super out of character too 💔
It was 11 pm. Everyone was asleep except for Trophy. He couldn't figure out why, but for some reason he'd been having a bit of trouble sleeping lately. Eventually, Trophy sat up and looked over at the half empty bottle on his nightstand. Not his first option.. but he was a bit desperate. Maybe this'll make falling asleep a bit easier.
Seems he got a bit carried away though. Now Trophy was sitting up slumped against his bedframe, mouth agape and eyelids droopy. Yet, he still felt wide awake. "Maybe I just need some fresh air.." The words barely escaped his mouth as he struggled to stand up straight, he got it eventually though. Now he was on his way to the elevator. He had settled on going to the roof since OJ had installed some sort of alarm on the front door.
The trip felt much longer than usual, but Trophy finally made it to the top. The cold night air enveloped his body, he sighed in response. Trophy went to lean against the rail and stare up into the sky.. he wished he brought his camera, not realizing it wouldnt be able to capture something like this. His moment of peace and tranquility would soon be disturbed of course, and by the one and only: Knife. How fortunate!
Trophy hadn't acknowledged Knife's arrival yet, being the drunken mess he currently is. It wasnt until Knife had walked up to the railing and stood right next to him. "Funny seeing you here.." Knife huffed, seemingly bothered. Trophy took a while to respond, staring into Knife's eyes with his own; they were glassy and tired looking. "A guy can't catch some fresh air." Trophy scoffed. Knife's eyes widened a bit. Trophy's condition wasnt anything shocking, just unexpected. "Are you.. drunk? You seem pretty fucked up." Knife almost mumbled that last part, but Trophy heard anyway. "So what? Whyre you so interested anyway?" Trophy's speech was slurred, which confirmed Knife's suspicions. "Hm." Knife simply hummed, and turned to look up at the sky. He figured Trophy didn't really care that he was there.
The two had been standing next to each other in silence for quite a while now, and Knife was starting to notice Trophy falling asleep against the rail and nearly loosing his grip. Knife groaned to himself, realizing he'd probably have to help him back to his room.. Of all the people in the hotel, it had to be Trophy. Knife turned to the other and gently nudged him in the shoulder. "Trophy? You awake?" Trophy simply mumbled something incoherent, so Knife figured that was probably a no. Knife shook Trophy a little harder this time, successfully waking him up. "You should probably get back to your room.." Surprisingly, Trophy didn't resist, mumbling again and falling into Knife. Knife cursed under his breath and attempted to help Trophy walk to the elevator.. but it didn't seem he could do that much either. "Don't tell me I have to carry you.." He groaned, to which Trophy frowned. Knife facepalmed, then hesitantly lifted Trophy off the ground; he was alot lighter than he thought he was going to be, so thankfully this'll be easy.
Bla bla bla
Knife finally reached Trophy's room, unlocking it and shutting the door behind him. God forbid anyone see this.. He gently laid Trophy down and carelessly threw the blanket over him. Knife turned to leave until he heard Trophy weakly call his name. Knife groaned once more, and turned to see Trophy reaching his arms out towards him. "What." Knife was unamused, Trophy didn't say anything, still reaching. "Are you serious..?" Knife crossed his arms. "I can't sleep." Trophy murmured. Knife grumbled in thought, Trophy had helped him before recently, he wanted to return the favor, but was this really the way? Would he even remember this??
"...Fuck it, I'm tired." Trophy scooted over, allowing room for Knife to lay next to him. The blade layed on his back with Trophy now snuggled up against him. "This is so gay." Knife mumbled, then the two fell asleep.
The sunlight shining through the curtains was enough to wake the hungover Trophy. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with a free hand, before turning over to stand up. Wait.. he can't? Trophy's eyes lowered to see Knife laid up against his chest snoring. Without thinking, Trophy shoved Knife off of him and jumped up. "Why the hell are you in my bed!?" Knife groaned, waking up so suddenly didn't feel good. Trophy suddenly remembered how much he drank last night and began checking for.. signs of anything. "What're you doing..?" Knife seemed to still be half asleep, not realizing Trophy probably didn't remember what happened last night. "I'm- Don't tell me we.." Trophy lowered his voice a bit. "OH God no! You were just drunk and said you couldn't sleep or something.. gay." Knife rubbed his eyes and stood up. "Okay.. I'm leaving now." Knife began walking towards the door. Trophy thought for a moment; he didn't really hate that, he was just freaked out.. Wait- What was he thinking!? Trophy sighed in defeat, then looked to Knife. "Wait!" Knife stopped. "..What now." He turned. Trophy's face was noticeably red when he asked. "Could we.. stay like that for a bit longer." Trophy was barely audible; he was shameful, but couldn't help his desire. Knife stared at Trophy for a second, gaze softening and he sighed. "Fine. -But just this once." Now the two were cuddled back up in the bed as if they hadn't woken up yet.
Knife looked down at the resting Trophy, suddenly curious. "What's.. gotten into you all the sudden?" Trophy looked up at him. "I've been wondering the same thing." Well, that was vague. Knife was beginning to think this wouldn't be the last time something like this happens.
