Prompt: Couch
Author: Erik
Summary: In which Gojyo reminisces about home.
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If there was one thing Gojyo loved in his house, it was the couch. The thing was by no means pretty and it kind of smelled of many years of use. It was torn, worn, and old. When Gojyo came across it, it was already past its prime. It was abandoned, just like him. So he dragged it home and somehow got it into his small house. It matched everything in his tiny house in the fact that it matched absolutely nothing.
But he loved the couch anyway. It had also been there for him when he came home too drunk to make it to bed. It was a place to rest, a place to think.
It still even had bloodstains on it from when he had put a bleeding Hakkai there as he went to get a doctor. Hakkai tried his best to remove them, and the smell, but always gave up after the couch proved to be resistant to any form of cleaning product.
Gojyo hoped that his house was still standing after all these years and liked to dream that the couch was still there, waiting for him to kick off his boots and plop down on its sagging frame. He decided, as soon as he got home, he was not moving far from that couch for at least a few months. He was done with traveling and just wanted to be home on his couch where he could rest.
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