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Somehow Ulrich wasn't as surprised as he should have been when he came home from a late night at work to discover Odd's shoes abandoned in front of his door. He shook his head and sighed, too weary to do much more than kick them aside. The kitchen, when he walked into it, was a mess. Dishes were piled up in the sink, his stovetop had tomato sauce dried up all over it, and someone had spilled orange juice on the table and did a bad job of cleaning it up. Ulrich blankly looked at the mess and decided to deal with it tomorrow.
His keys clinked in the counter when he threw them carelessly, but their trail was disturbed by hitting a piece of paper folded up. He would have ignored it had his name not been written on it in scrawly handwriting. "Made my famous pasta for dinner. I put some in the fridge for ya'. Sorry 'bout the mess, but I'm kinda drunk even as I'm writing this. I'll clean it up when my hangover clears in the morning! -Your bestest buddy, Odd."
His stomach immediately growled at the idea of food, and he swiftly heated his dinner up in the microwave. Odd had a hella lot of faults, but his cooking was certainly not one of them. Hunger satisfied, he dumped his plate in the pile of them and started for his bedroom only to pause and sigh once again.
There was a bright purple shirt on his stairs. Such a garish shade could only belong to one person, and Ulrich rolled his eyes before bending and picking them up. More walking discovered a trail of shucked clothing, and the brunet rolled them all up into a ball. The trail led to his bedroom, and Ulrich wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
Odd was passed out on his bed, snoring and drooling. And he was buck naked. It said something of their friendship that all Ulrich could do was cover his face and lament the day the two of them were ever paired together for living arrangements. He fetched three things: a blanket from the closet, pain pills from the bathroom, and a cup of water for the morning.
He threw the blanket on top of his best friend, not even caring to fix it when it covered him entirely. Then he wrote a return note: "You're an ass. Thanks for the food." No need to leave his name. He pulled out his phone and texted to Chani, "Odd is passed out on my bed buck ass naked. Can I spend the night?"
His bag was already half-filled when the reply came. "I worry sometimes about your relationship with him. Are you sure I'm not being replaced? ;D"
The implication alone had him rolling his eyes, but a smile still tugged at his mouth as he replied, "If anything you're the one who replaced him. I didn't hear a no, so I'll be there in five. Leave the window unlocked?" The next text had no words, simply a thumbs up emoticon followed by a heart. "Thanks. If your brother kills me tell Odd he's paying for my funeral."
Because really, what else are best friends for?
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Based on a tumblr prompt that I may have taken liberties with. XD OC Chani belongs to an rp buddy of mine who gave me permission for her to appear.