Merome/SlurpieASF Seasons

Autumn

   The time of year where the crisp leaves fall to the ground, leaving golden traces scattered about. The rigid concrete was full of these dead leaves as bitter scraping sounds echo the night and the blow of bleak wind drifts them in whatever direction. The weather wasn't frosty enough to pinch the tips of your ears and nose, but cold enough for warmer clothing.

   On a day like this, Jerome was normally spend his time inside cuddling with Mitch and watching movies, reliving the nostalgia. Recreating the feelings they had way-back-when and reminiscing on how nice it was. Halloween had yet to approach and they both loved the eerie feeling of it. It was all so exciting, being reminded of how they had spent much of their childhoods planning Halloween extravaganzas that gave them devious thrills. 

   However, today was not like most days. It felt like a day to enjoy a nice book and some warm coffee. Like, sitting in a caribou coffee for an hour and forgetting your troubles kind of day. It wasn't something they planned on doing, but the suggestion came along slowly. Two long stools, a small table, a laptop, and a book is all they needed. Mitch had brought along his laptop for inspiration inside the tiny shop.

   Jerome was reading a book, he didn't know what the hell it was about, but he was going to read it. He liked that he was just picking up any random book he found lying around to read, who knows what could surprise him. Perhaps he would find his next favorite book. On days like this, it seemed more of a pleasure to do nothing.

   Sitting in a room and drinking a warm drink was all they needed. There were grey clouds surrounding the sky, looking like it was about to rain. If it did, they wouldn't mind. They would listen to the droplets of water splash against the roof and cherish every sound, every detail, every loud strike, and every low grumble. The lights in the room were fairly dim, so enough to admire how perfectly the lightning would strike and shake the ground. 

   Mitch felt Jerome tugging on his sweater sleeve from across the table. He looked up from his laptop monitor to see what he wanted. Jerome quietly slid his hand into Mitch's to meet the perfect fit. They both let out small, giggly smiles before losing eye contact to continue what they were doing. Not much longer later, they heard  a light drizzle coming outside. 

   After asking Mitch if they wanted to leave before it got bad, they packed their things up and headed out for the night, only to return home for another cuddling session.