Creating Memories [💫] Cricky

° Weird mornings and little Pleasures °

Ricky woke up with what sounded like a panicked snore, the light of the sun streaming through the windows of his bedroom, effectively blinding him.

The day after the tour.

Granted, the tour had *officially* ended yesterday, but they had not played a show in the last 72 hours, for that matter. Traveling was shitty when it involved ear pains due to different air pressure and jet lags, Ricky had been reminded of this many, many times.

Being almost 30 sucked ass. He had been reminded of this quite the amount of times, too. With a groan, the man sat up, his back popping into place while he did. With a raised eyebrow, he wiggled around a bit-- better, much better. Now, the bunks in their tour bus weren't uncomfortable, but the lack of space somehow made his back do weird things when he wasn't paying attention.

Now was the first morning for some time that he woke up on his own. Ricky was unsure whether he hated it or whether he liked it, but he found satisfaction in just deeming this a mixture of both. Another, quieter groan escaped him when he moved to swing his legs over the corner of the bed, arms rising in the air to stretch, both of his shoulders popping, now. Sheesh, what was up with his bones?

As soon as a tiny, hairy creature jumped up onto his bed, wildly licking and 'kissing' his face, he realized that he wasn't *seriously* alone. Oh, how much he loved his dog. Now, he used to be a cat person, never quite liking dogs or paying much attention to them, but this one had just conquered his heart. Now, the tiny dog had a giant place in his heart. Even if his morning started off rather weirdly, his little pup made everything a bit better.

"Yes, yes, I love you too, yes-- I missed you too, no need to greet me this wildly, we already saw eachother yesterday" he chuckled between the dog's licks to his face, stroking the pup's back before softly shoving it away. Enough dog saliva was... enough dog saliva.

Huffing, the guitarist got up, scratching his bare abdomen while he did before making his way towards the bathroom. "Sho-sho-sho-sho-shooower time," he said, his voice loud and motivated like the moderator of a combat video game. With a chuckle at his own derpiness, he looked for fresh clothes, hands digging through his drawers until he found his favorite HIM shirt, a pair of black pants, boxers and socks. Looking outside, he deemed this to be suitable for today's weather - not hot per say, but warm enough to be uncomfortable in long sleeves.

As soon as the guitarist had his clothes sorted out, he walked into the bathroom, retrieving his towel from a hook by the wall before throwing it over the rod that held up his shower curtains.
Turning on the shower, he quickly brushed his teeth-- he wasn't the type to do it while he showered. With his eyes trailing from the sink to the mirror over to the tiny window, he hummed. Today would be a weird day, and he knew it. He could sense it, but he had no idea how or why it should be weird.

Humming again, he spit out all the minty foam before rinsing it all. Then, he took off his boxers, quickly stepping into the shower. A breathy groan escaped him, he loved showering. Now, he wasn't obsessed with cleanliness, but he loved the feeling of water dropping down on him-- but then again, he loved swimming just as much.

Ricky quickly finished his shower despite having no plans for the day other than... perhaps grocery shopping. Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. Especially after opening the fridge yesterday and finding nothing but a can of rockstar and cheese that had a mind of its own - and a bottle of ranch. So, admittedly, not much. His growling stomach painfully reminded him of the fact that it was indeed 'not much'.
Ricky made a mental note to make a list once he was finished.

Opening the window before getting dressed, he looked in the mirror - no, he didn't need to shave today. His beard growth was at the level of a preteen, so it was slow, but it looked shitty whenever it came through. Despite all that, the extra afford wasn't necessary today.