Breathing in a small breath and exhaling a long, content sigh, Tyler stretched his arms above his head. They flopped down above him, half on his pillow and half on his bright ivory duvet cover and matching sheets. The blanket was cool but also warm, so it happily confused Tyler. He smiled a bit to himself as he stared at the window that had the blinds drawn up. There were a lot of floating dust particles in the air, allowing themselves to be seen in the sunlight. Slightly rolling over, Tyler frowned. The thick and fluffed blanket was messily tossed around, but there was nobody there. There should have been, though. Sighing, the brown-haired man stood up (with a feeling of light headed-ness from doing so too fast) and padded to the bathroom. He tiptoed up to the door and grabbed the edge of the door and peeked in, his brown eyes gleaming. Darn. Not in there. Okay, somewhere else perhaps. Stepping lightly over the soft wooden floor, Tyler exited the main bedroom and walked down the hallway. Slowly going down the stairs, taking one tiny step at a time, he finally reached the bottom. Quietly, of course. Squinting his eyes, Tyler listened intently, and heard nothing. Absolutely nothing. Turning his lips into a pout, and turned around to go back upstairs when he realized he smelt something. Coffee. He hated it, but there was only one other person that would drink it. This meant they couldn't have gone anywhere or left, because how would it be so fresh? Turning back around, he slid past the downstairs hallway and stepped into the living room. The tv was on, but it was on mute. What the heck, Tyler thought. Noticing the curtains were drawn, he went over to open them and smiled when he saw the sun and the floating dust and everything. He turned around again though, and sighed. Tyler shrugged and went upstairs so he could at least make the bed. Trudging up the stairs, he made to his room. Surprise, surprise. The duvet cover was on the ground? Tyler hadn't put it there. He walked quickly towards it and squatted down to pick it up, turning the fabric over in his hands. His eyes flickered to the closet door, and he squinted them. Rolling his eyes he set to work with neatly making the bed neat and ready for the next nights use. He reached down to pick up one of the decorative pillows (because, everybody had them right?) and stood up, hugging the pillow tightly to himself. He dropped it on accident, but grasped it before it hit the floor. He squeezed it again and again. Suddenly, he landed on the bed with a soft <I> oof </I> as his body collided with the mattress. The next thing that happened was Tyler saw a flash of blue hair and felt something-no, someone-wrapping him into a hug as they sat on top of his thighs and hips. He grinned as the other blue-haired man smiled (Tyler could hear it in his voice without seeing him) and whispered into his ear, "You know, I got really jealous of that pillow for a second." The other person bent down to nuzzle into Tyler's neck, and squirmed, tickling it with his nose. "Get rid of the pillows and keep me instead," the person said with Tyler's cheek moving against his dyed hair as the fluffy brown-haired man nodded happily.
