The cozy apartment seemed to emit a in the early hours of the day. Perhaps it was the novelty of their own place, or the fact that they were wrapped in each other's arms, bathing in the love of each other, but regardless the feeling would not be easily forgotten by either of them. Waking up was a process, but eventually Luke found the floor again and began shuffling to the kitchen. At least, what was labeled the kitchen. It was tiny, claustrophobic, and understocked. Not a single complaint about any of these shortcomings would ever be heard by either of the tenants.
Luke won't tell me what the fuck he eats so I guess I should just assume that he eats god damn nuclear reactors which are pretty difficult to both make and consume. Preparing the meal Luke heard faint giggles from the doorway leading back to his bedroom. Their bedroom.
"Do you always sleep in those," Jana jeered.
"Only on Saturday," Luke weakly grinned back, realizing he was wearing his trusty Tails the Fox boxers signed by Yuji Naka himself.
"It's Sunday you idiot."
Suddenly everything exploded and Luke started crying because it was loud and Jana saved them by going ghost and fucking shit up fucking shit up fucking shit up fucking shit up.