You step out of the shower and shake your head like a dog would, flinging water off the ends of your hair. You grin like a dope and imagine a doggy doing the same thing, so distracted that you don't even remember to cover yourself up. You aren't ashamed of anything you have, quite the opposite actually, but you just know that the sight of you naked would make Tavbro's face beet red. Although, despite knowing this, you're not covering up because you're too busy thinking about dogs. How lovely.

With the same shit-eating grin, you trudge over to your mattress to get a change of clothes. The little miracle is fast asleep on the left side, blanket held tight as he shivers unconsciously from the cold. You chuckle and lift up the right side of the mattress, grabbing a pair of purple boxers and a dark green t-shirt. You didn't own another hoodie, which meant you would freeze all night, but it was ok as long as Tavbro had some warmth. You wouldn't dare take the blanket away from his sleeping form.

After pulling on the clothes, you flop on your bed and face away from the miracle, curling into a ball in a failed attempt to generate warmth. Your teeth are chattering as the cold air hits the water on your body and you wonder if taking a shower was worth it. Then you feel the mattress moving and there's some shuffling behind you before a shaky voice pierces the night.

"Um… Gamzee, are you cold?" he asks, even though you think it's super obvious. You don't point that out though because he's just too cute when he's unsure of himself. Although, he's pretty fucking sexy when he gets demanding. You honestly have no idea which version is your favorite, so instead of trying to figure it out, you just switch sides so that your facing Tavros who's far closer to you than he was before. Even in the moonlight, you can see the feint blush on his perfect cheeks as his eyes dart from the blanket to your face.

"Course I am brother, but I ain't gonna up and jack a fluff drape from someone just cause I wanna," you say, sporting a very lopsided grin. He laughs, a quiet kind of laugh full of childish mischief, before looking at you with a twinkle in his eye and draping part of the blanket over you so that the two of you are forced to either get closer or abandon the warmth. Obviously you take this golden opportunity and choose to get closer. You're grin widens when he actually does the same, now only slightly-damp mohawk pressed firmly underneath your chin.

Seizing the moment, you cautiously drape a lanky arm across his waist and pull him closer. When he doesn't object, you bury your face in the much-loved mohawk of his. Once again, there is no objection. Instead, Tavbro nuzzles his own face in your chest, which makes you take things a bit farther than you probably should. Rather than remain content with this, you dare to press your lips upon his forehead, kissing him goodnight. He tenses up for a second, but soon relaxes and settles back into your chest. Well, that went well. You decide that THIS is where you'll stop. Besides, this is perfect enough.

…

You wake up and, just like yesterday, Tavbro is nowhere to be seen. You frown and sit up, but something about your apartment is different. It's bright in here, more so than usual. The sunlight never illuminates this place so much, so what could it be? You glance at the clock on the nightstand next to your bed that reads 1:07 pm in bright green lettering. Wait a minute… Since when did you own a nightstand, or even a clock for that matter? What was going on?

You dart your eyes around the apartment, searching for any more unfamiliar trinkets that're somehow littering your home. You're mini fridge is now next to the stove, which looks brand new. It's black exterior is polished and looks even better than it did when you first moved here. You have a couple of kitchen counters now, and even a kitchen sink! Plus, on top of one of the new counters, there's your old microwave. Damn, are you thrilled to see that thing again.

Then something else strikes you as odd: you aren't in the center of your apartment anymore, and there're more blankets on this mattress. Holy shit and there're pillows! The bed is now pressed against the wall opposite to the kitchen, and then you panic. Where did your clothes go? Then you see some, folded neatly on the floor next to the kitchen counter. Completely confused, you look over to your bathroom, which now has a real curtain that hangs from the ceiling and can freely move to cover the entire bathroom! Right now the curtain is bunched by the wall, revealing the same old bathroom as yesterday. Oh well, can't all be new.

You peer out your window, only you don't really because it's being covered with purple curtains. Then where is all this light coming from? You're eyes widen as the realization hits you, and then you're staring at the light bulb on the ceiling that's actually WORKING! How was your electricity operating when you don't even pay the light bill? This is super confusing.

Then you hear someone unlocking the front door and you freeze. Who else had a key to your apartment? You notice a key resting on your new nightstand and knit your eyebrows together: of your key was there, than someone must be picking your lock. Frightening thoughts run through your mind as the door swigs wide open, only it isn't some scary rapist/murderer, it's just Tavbro holding a bag of stuff from Thrift Mart in his left hand and a small key in his right. Things weren't adding up.

"Oh um, I see you're up. I hope you don't mind, but I uh, I went ahead and spruced the place up a bit," he says, but you're just staring at his new outfit. Where did he get a brown sweater and jeans? You don't remember owning any of that.

"I just bought some necessities," he continues, "Oh! I, er, also paid your rent, light bill, gas bill, and your water bill. And I got groceries."

He lifts the bag from Thrift Mart to prove a point and you just blink like an idiot. Did he seriously do all that for you? What a choice motherfucker! Wait, why does he have a key…?

"I don't think I motherfucking understand Tavbro," you state, and he just smiles warmly in return. Before providing you with a better explanation, he sets the bag down and proceeds to pull all the food out, only to put it away either in the fridge or on the counter. Then he shuts and locks the front door, finishing by tossing the bag into a trash can that you're just now noticing is at the foot of your mattress.

"Well uh, since you've been letting me stay here, I just thought… I figured I should repay you, and since selling drugs without using them makes me pretty wealthy, um… I decided to help you out? Oh god I'm sorry about the key thing, I just thought that since I did this stuff that maybe you'd still let me…," he trails off, now staring at the ground as he loses his nerve. You take a moment to register everything before chuckling in amusement. This kid was just too motherfucking perfect!

"Shit brother, course you can fucking stay! You pretty much own the motherfucking place now, I guess I should be up and asking you if I'M aloud to live here," you joke, only about half serious about having to ask. Tavros laughs, recognizing this as a joke, and tosses his key on the kitchen counter.

"Course ya can," he jokes, looking you in the eyes again, "Hey um I was thinking, what if we steal a TV tomorrow?"

"I like the way you think Tavbro," you say, extremely turned on by the criminal suggestion. You nearly jump him in excitement and you swear, you'll have to keep this boy around forever.

Eeyup, it's late. Oh well, get ready for a robbery!