cloudywords28

I swear to god I'm not dead

cloudywords28

Sneakpeak of the oneshot I'm working on :))
          
          He couldn't wait to take a hot shower and eat some leftover pizza from yesterday. In his standards, a rather measly meal, but he definitely was too lazy to cook something for himself when some perfectly fine pizza slices waited in the fridge. He walked past the lump on the sofa into the bathroom, and as soon as he closed the door, he stopped. Lump on the sofa? That certainly wasn't like he left it. He turned around, reopened the door and walked the short distance back to the living area. He eyed the couch suspiciously, contemplating getting somewhat of a weapon from their kitchen. Like a knife, or something.