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A Bad Idea: Off's perspective

Off slowly opened his eyes and tried to work out what the hell had happened. He was on someone's sofa and was hugging something warm on top of him. He tried to move but his head spun and what ever he had been drinking threatened to make a return. He decided the best course of action was to just close his eyes and keep on hugging the warm thing until he felt more human. It could have been hours or days later when he finally came too again all he knew was that it was dark again. The warm thing was still in his arms but now its fur or hair was tickling Off's nose. He breathed in and was hit by a familiar smell. Where did he know that smell from? His head still hurt and he was having trouble remembering what had happened. "Ok Off," he thought to himself "lets start from the beginning... What is the last thing you remember?" He wracked his brain and finally recalled the fight with his girlfriend. Jeez what a wonderful memory that was. "Ok, so what happened next?" Uhhh thinking was hard. "Come on Off!" Ok, so they were fighting about Gun again, and she said everyone who had seen Fun Night knew they'd been sleeping together. So he decided to watch it to see what the hell she was talking about and... Oh fuck. It all came flooding back, he saw was in love with Gun, he freaked out massively then consumed massive amounts of alcohol. Because he had the emotional capacity of a potato he had continued drinking until he was brave enough to call Gun... "Noooo...." he shouted out loud causing the warm thing to wiggle in his arms. "Papi!" said Gun "Either let go of me or stop shouting, your choice!" Of course he was hugging Gun like his life depended on it. Of FUCKING COURSE HE WAS! He sat up abruptly causing Gun to fall on the floor with a thud. Then being the mature person he was he ran out the room and shut himself in the bathroom and tried to slow his breathing. He looked himself in the mirror. He noticed 2 things, firstly this wasn't his bathroom and secondly he was fully dressed. His mind was slowly trying to process what the hell had happened. Ok so he must be at Gun's place? And he was dressed which mean he hadn't done anything, right? Maybe he hadn't said anything stupid, maybe he just met up with Gun and Gun decided to hug him? That was plausable right? He could just go out there and pretend nothing had happened because probably nothing had happened and even if something had happened it was because he was drunk and that didn't really count and oh my god when did it get so hard to breathe.... Just as Off was on the brink of a panic attack the bathroom door opened and Gun walked in looking very concerned. "Papi are you ok?" He said slowly. "I'm sorry for sleeping on you like that but you wouldn't let go of me. Please don't be mad at me!" Gun felt all the stress leave him and be replaced with guilt. He had grabbed Gun and hugged him all night then shoved him on the floor and yet he was here checking on and apologising. Off didn't deserve him. He was no good with words so he let his actions speak for him and pulled Gun into a hug, breathing in his scent and wishing they could stay like this forever. "Papi... Can we talk about last night?"