Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 14 Explanation

!WARNING! Talk of abuse ahead

Their night wasn't as action-packed as they had hoped. To be honest, there was no action, just the two of them lying together in bed, awkwardly. Neither of them slept much; Zion was worried about who this Remondo was, while Molten lay there wondering how to explain who he was.

It was early when Zion woke. According to Molten's radio alarm clock, he woke at 7:56, which was probably the earliest he had ever woken at. He lay there for a little while, facing the wall he lay next to, before rolling over, facing Molten's bare back. Finally, he sighed and pulled himself up, standing on the bed of a moment before swiftly making his way over Molten's legs and landing in the small fluffy rug on the floor. He looked back at Molten, to see if he had woken him. To his relief he hadn't, or so he had thought. He made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him and making his way down the tunnel to the wide space of the kitchen.

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Molten hadn't really slept at all that night; he was worried about who he had seen the night before, worrying whether he'd get into his house. Once Zion had left the room, he opened his eyes again, looking at the alarm clock. He had a pounding headache from the lack of sleep, and so he didn't even feel like getting up, even if he still had to collect his turntable from last night's venue.

He rolled onto his back, feeling sorry for himself as he looked at the window above him, seeing the bright sunlight above. He groaned to himself and pushed himself up, yawning as he sat against the leather headboard. He ran his fingers through his hair, to make it look like he had slept, even just a little. He forced himself out of bed with a tired groan and lumbered over to the bathroom, glancing at his phone and putting it on charge.

It was a bathroom that resembled that of one in a hotel room; with its large counter and basin in front of a wide mirror; a deep bathtub; a shower stall; and a toilet. He flicked on the light and walked over to the counter with half-closed eyes and ran the hot tap, splashing water on his face to help with the I did sleep look. After he dried off and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked to the left side of the marble counter, reaching for the small grey cardboard box beside his razor and shaving cream. As soon as he picked up the box, he knew it was empty.

"Great," he muttered. He knew he didn't have another box of contacts anywhere else. He sighed and made his way back over to the bedside table, pulling out the first drawer. A notepad, pen and a navy glasses box lay there. He reached for the box and opened it, a pair of black plastic-framed glasses were in it, on top of the velvet glasses cloth.

"First time for everything, right?" He mumbled, striding towards the door. He walked down the hallway and entered the living room-kitchen. Zion sat at the table.

"Hey," said Zion, chewing on a piece of toast and dressed in only pyjama bottoms. Two cups of coffee were on the table beside him.

"Hi," Molten croaked, plodding his way towards the table, glancing back at the front door

Zion looked up at him, his brow cocked suspiciously. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Very funny," said Molten, sitting down to the table, still looking as tired as he did when he woke up. Zion slid a mug over to him. "Can you get the sugar bowl?" He said reaching for the coffee, knowing damn well he'd need the sugar and the caffeine.

Zion lowered his head in a nod and asked: "Where is it?"

"Behind you, in the press on the left-hand side, under the counter," he instructed.