"You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend's house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we're good" AU
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The ceiling was cracked and had a clear patch of damp. Under it a lone figure sat on a messy bed watching a fuzzy television
"It's alive!" the man on screen joyously yelled.
"Heh" the man on the bed absently chucked to himself. Lazily putting a hand in a jar, the man realized he had run out of whatever he was eating.
Time for a fridge run, see what you had left in the piece of junk,
The fridge emitted light.
Ah shit, you left it open again. You always did that. Well you did it a lot.
Gavin ran his hand through tangled hair and sagged over looking into the fridge. He was sure he had some milk.
There was a half-eaten jar of chocolate spread, maybe he could eat that. Who cares if he had no bread, he bought it he could eat it how he wants.
Taking the jar he slammed the fridge door. Something groaned.
He wasn't that hungry, was he?.
Well he nearly dropped the jar when the cat mewled at him.
"Shit, I almost forgot you were here Scourge" Gavin clung to the jar as if he'd die without it.
The mangy mongrel of a cat sat on the table and stared at a shoe on the equally rather mangy sofa.
That definitely wasn't Gavin's shoe.
Too fancy.
Shuffling over Gavin peered at the sofa.
Someone was there.
Some motherfucker had actually broken into his house.
Judging from how he was sprawled over the furniture he was tall, muscular, missing a shoe and looked patchy? He couldn't tell the lights were off.
The window was open however and Gavin assumed that that was how Mr. Tall, dark and lanky got in. Must have been a sight to behold.
Gavin touched the foot without a shoe and the man curled in on himself he looked half awake
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