You get roughly six hours of sleep that night, which is probably the most sleep you've had in at least two months. Of course, that six hours of sleep was haunted with nightmares about the hell you had been raised in. Needles, loads of blood, gruesome failed experiments being rolled in cages into the same room as your cage only to die in front of you, and many, many other monstrosities.

You finally decide that it's been long enough laying there reliving those awful memories and fold your wings back up. Captor is still asleep, and you're glad of it. He needs sleep probably more than you do to try and get rid of those migraines, but of course that can't be totally handled until late tonight.

You stand up and grab a pair of boxers and tiptoe out of your shared room and into the bathroom. You switch on the shower to your usual temperature, which is boiling hot but you don't mind, the heat feels nice. Especially on your wings that tended to cramp up when they were confined to your back for too long, but that was just part of your pathetic life.

Once washed, you quickly dried yourself off and put on your clean boxers. You then preen your wings a bit. You wonder if it would be easier if you actually had a beak to do this with rather than using your fingers. It probably would be easier but you're glad you don't have a beak, you have enough mutations to deal with without one.

Finally the deed of wing-preening is done and you sneak back into the bedroom and slip on some pants and socks. You decide against pulling on a hoodie right now since you'd rather save that agony for the unavoidable trip into public later. You do, however, find one of your t-shirts that has slits in the shoulder area to allow your wings to be free. It was a pretty plain black shirt but you couldn't care less. After a bit of struggle and hushed cursing, you managed to get your wings through the slits and they folded back properly outside of the shirt.

You glance back at your thought to be still asleep roommate and he is sleepily staring at you. Fuck, how long has he been awake? He looks kind of dazed so maybe he hasn't been awake that long.

"Well, good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?" You ask him sarcastically.

He sits up and stretches before putting his glasses on. His glasses were weird. In dim lighting or anywhere indoors they looked pretty normal but in sunlight the lenses didn't match. One would tint red (over his red-brown eye, ironically), and the other would tint blue. You've asked him why they didn't match when he first got them and he just simply replied "They matched my eyeth."

"Jutht peachy, KK," He replies, matching your sarcasm and running a hand through his hair which had went kind of out of order when he slept. "How long have you been awake?" He asks as he stands up and stretches.

You glance at an alarm clock on top of the dresser against the wall and shrug, "Maybe an hour and a half. I'm surprised the shower didn't wake you up since it usually does but judging from how fucking shitty you looked last night, I guess it isn't a surprise you slept so deeply."

"Yeah, I guethh you're right. But any thleep ith thtill torture for uth all, you know what i mean?" He states cooly. He walks over to the dresser and grabs some clean clothes before looking back at you. "Do you want to go to the cafe down the thtreet for breakfatht or thomething?" He asks.

You get kind of a giddy feeling in your chest for some reason and you nod. You know he's just taking you out to breakfast because, one, you're both fucking starving and two, you two always do that kind of shit. Why do you feel so goddamn special all of a sudden? You do this regularly so why does just the thought of it today make you so excited? You have a feeling it all leads back to your near-forgotten last thought before you fell asleep last night. You've seen so many movies that depict best friends falling in love with each other but you never thought it would happen to you and Sollux. Sure, you may have thought of it maybe before but it was just a random thought, nothing serious at all.

You go to one of your drawers in your shared dresser and pull out a hoodie you haven't worn in a while. Sollux gave it to you as a gift for your "birthday" about a year ago. None of you really had known what exact day you were born on, but you all chose dates to mark as your birthdays. You chose June 12th. That day last year was when Sollux got you this hoodie. It was kind of a brownish red colour with a symbol that was red and represented blood, according to Sollux. You don't know what possessed him to get it for you, but you found that, despite being not your usual colour choice, you really liked this hoodie.

You put one of the keys to your apartment into your hoodie pocket, still deciding to wait until last minute to put it on. No use in cramping up your wings any sooner, right? Right.

Soon enough, Captor wanders out into the hallway with his pretty usual attire on. Sweatpants, pretty plain black t-shirt, one black shoe, one white shoe. His hair doesn't look like it's been through a tornado anymore, and it's styled in his usual way. It all was pretty flat to his head except it spiked a little up and out on the sides and back. At least his hair was manageable, unlike your messy clusterfuck of cowlicks.

"Ready?" He asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Damn, his nose was a nice shape. Fuck, you really need to stop thinking about that.

"Yeah, let me hide my wings, hold on," You reply as you scrunch up your wings as close to your back as you could and pull the hoodie on over your head.

He saunters ahead of you and opens the door that led into the hallway in your apartment building. You follow him out the door and lock it behind you. The two of you walk down the stairs (this building is so shitty that it didn't have a working elevator, though you probably wouldn't be caught dead riding on it since confined spaces still scare the shit out of you). Soon you are out on the sidewalk and you walk beside him to the cafe maybe a five minute walk away.

"Your headache seems to have fucked off," You comment as you look up at him. His glasses were already tinted to adjust to the bright sunlight and it looked like he was wearing 3-D glasses.

"Meh. I guethh you're right. It'll probably come back though, knowing me," He replies, glancing around the street at the few people also walking in various directions. You had all learned to keep an eye out for people, anyone could be a potential threat.

You soon arrive at the little cafe with Sollux and you both enter. You order a cup of tea with a bagel. He orders a honey frappuccino and a breakfast sandwich of some sort. You go to take out your money to pay for it and he swats at your hand as it goes to your pocket.

"Dipshit, I'm paying for thith. You bought grocerieth yethterday," He grumbles at you as he hands the cashier some money and in return you get your food and drinks. You carry your food and drink to a table against a window and Sollux sits across from you.

"Thanks for breakfast, fuckwit. You didn't have to do that," You say quietly as you stir some sugar into your tea and then spread strawberry jam onto your bagel.

He shrugs and smirks, "No problem, athhwipe." He reaches for your bagel and you let out a growl. The growl is not heeded and he takes a bite of your bagel.

"Hey! That was mine, you cretinous douchebag!" You snarl and take the half of your bagel back that he had in his hand. He only snickers.

"Do you want it back that badly, KK? You can eat it out of my mouth if you really want to," He opens his mouth, revealing the mush and disgustingness of what used to be a bite of bagel.

You feel your face heat up nonetheless and glare at him. "That's fucking disgusting, even for you, douchelord," You grumble and eat the rest of your breakfast in silence.

You begin to wonder how long you can hide these idiotic fucking feelings for the asshole. It feels like you won't be able to suppress them forever.