Kazoo kid lay awake in his soggy bed, staring up wide-eyed at the ceiling, panting heavily and drenched uncomfortably in sweat. He was horrified to say the least.
He blinked a few times, trying to get a grip on reality. He swallowed, his throat desert dry. He stumbled out of bed to go downstairs; he dizzily made his way downstairs, trying as best as he could not to trip and fall down. Clumsily, he began to boil his kettle to make tea. Once he had finished preparing his beverage, he went and sat down on his sofa: his mind racing with thoughts linked to his dream.
"Ugh, god..." he groaned.
Not wanting to ponder the topic any longer, he grabbed the TV remote and quietly watched Sailor Moon. He sighed for what seemed the 100th time of his awakening.
He blushed, remembering the lingering words that ghosted on his lips. The words that he spoke to Stingy
I love you
No. This can't be! They're meant to be rivals - battling for Thomas' love and warmth! Well... that idea doesn't matter anymore.
He was so caught up in his daydream that the outro to sailor moon began to play, meaning he didn't pay attention to the episode at all. He clicked his tongue and just decided to turn off the TV so he could be alone and quiet with his thoughts.
Stingy, huh?
He lightly grinned. He didn't think much of it. More or less a small crush. It didn't really matter anyways, he'll get over it... hopefully.
His eyes became droopy and his mind became misty with drowsiness. His cup fell to his laminated wooden floor, the mug smashing and the remaining tea dancing on the floor. He didn't care. Nothing did anymore.
His head fell down onto the sofa; eyes finally closing.
Sleeping on problems.
Morning seemed to arrive quickly, the sun lightly shining through Kazoo Kid's curtains, a light hue playfully spreading across the room, beams decorating the walls and floor.
He grumbled, his body aching from being in an uncomfortable position whilst asleep. He stepped off the sofa
"Fuck!" He sharply spat out under his breath. He looked down at his bare foot that had now been penetrated by the broken mug.
He whines out in pain, sadness and anger. What a great way to start the day. Cautiously, he advanced into his kitchen and got out his first aid kit and cleaned the wound. He then proceeded to put a bandage around it. Luckily, his kitchen and lounge was conjoined so he didn't have to walk too far or open any doors. The staircase leading to his bedroom , bathroom and other rooms was located in his lounge
He didn't feel like doing much today, considering the recent events that took place.
Feet shuffled lazily along the floor from his kitchen to the staircase, pain killers in one hand and a mug of coffee - in which the mug wasn't broken. Freezing, he peered back at his living room. His clean up skills were lacking, cold tea taking the form of a small puddle on the floor around the broken shards of the mug it used to be hostage in. A small trail of blood ran from a now red piece of the mug to his kitchen. Sighing, he continued to walk up his stairs. He couldn't be asked to clean his mess up right now.
He finally reached his room. He set down his coffee on his bed side cabnit and took his pain killers. He climbed into his messy bed that was slightly damp from last night still. He picked up his phone which was seen laying on the floor next to his bed. He had a few texts. One from Thomas.
His eyes darted over the words displayed on his glowing rectangle. His heart dropped
He felt ill. He was in shock
"Oh my god.." he wheezed out
"I fucked my cousin oh my god... we're cousins oh my god oh my god.."
Foolish youth
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