Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

"Today?" Rowan asked, stopping eating for a second. "What am I going to do?"

"Shit, no, sorry- I meant tomorrow. Sorry." Damien shook his head. "Not today."

Rowan breathed a quiet sigh of relief and nodded. "Cool… cool." He kept eating. "Now what?"

"I'm tired as hell. Might go to sleep soon." Damien responded, forking another few bites of food into his mouth. "Probably just gonna watch Netflix or something in my room."

Rowan nodded again. "What're you gonna watch?" He asked, finishing his food and bringing his bowl to the sink.

"Y'know that show Midnight Gospel or whatever?" Damien took his dishes to the sink as well, rinsing them out before sticking them in the dishwasher.

"Uh… no, but it sounds interesting." Rowan shrugged and adjusted his grip on his crutches. "What's it about?"

"It's good. Basically it's like- -uh- I mean, it's really just like 20-30 minute podcasts. Just.. animated. Th first episode is just about recreational drugs, but it's set in this VR zombie apocalypse? That's the best way I can explain it." Damien shrugged. "Chill show. I like it."

Rowan nodded. "I mean, alright. Sounds cool enough." He yawned a bit and glanced around. "Wanna do that now?" He asked.

"Yeah. I do." Damien nodded, putting the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher. He walked them back to his room, scooping up Ginger like a baby on the way to carry her in.

Rowan followed Damien back to the room and sat down on the bed. "C'mere, Ginger." He whistled softly and patted the bed beside him.

Damien plopped down onto the bed, pulling his laptop from the space between his mattress and his wall. He pulled a large blanket around himself, leaving enough for Rowan if he wanted to use it.

Rowan shifted around until he was comfortable, petting Ginger when she hopped up onto the bed.

Damien pulled up the show, putting on the first episode and snuggling down into the bed until he was comfortable.

Rowan watched curiously for a bit, eventually ending up with his head on Damien's shoulder. He was tired and he enjoyed the closeness, so who fucking cared, right?

Damien jumped slightly, but he quickly melted into it, his own head drifting over to partially lean on Rowan. This show clearly chilled him out, based on how he was essentially silent except for his breathing.

Rowan smiled softly and kept watching the show. He wasn't too invested in it, honestly, but it was nice to see Damien enjoying it.

Damien looked like he was about to fall asleep right then and there. He tucked the blanket tighter around himself, rubbing his eyes.

Rowan yawned a bit and closed his eyes, huddling a little closer to Damien for warmth. He'd clearly lost interest in the TV by now.

Damien's arm moved around Rowan's shoulder. If he asked, Damien'd just say it was for warmth. One of the upsides of keeping your room fucking freezing, he supposed.

Rowan soon dozed off in Damien's arms, smiling softly in his sleep. He seemed to be content and comfortable for now.

Damien fell asleep as well, after shutting his laptop and pushing it away from them. This was possibly the most calm he had looked or felt in.. days, really. Maybe longer.

Rowan slept pretty well through the night, and he was still asleep when Damien awoke. He seemed to be exhausted from all the chaos of yesterday.

Damien pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes. He had evidently forgotten to shut his blinds again, judging by the soft stream of sunlight pouring through the window

Rowan whined softly and curled in on himself when Damien sat up, clearly unhappy that Damien's warmth had been wrenched from him. He yawned and stirred a bit, but remained asleep for now.

Damien shrugged his blanket off, draping the fluffy fabric over Rowan. He checked the time on his phone. 9:30, not too bad. He ran his fingers through his hair, which was a ridiculous mess: sticking up every which way and a couple tangles he could feel.

Rowan huddled into the blanket and settled down, seeming pretty content for now. He smiled softly in his sleep. His hair was almost as much of a mess as Damien's, but he didn't move as much in his sleep.

Damien got up, stripping off his shirt without a second thought and going to change. After all, he was perfectly comfortable changing in front of his friends- he had done it countless times before. Plus, Rowan was asleep, so it didn't really matter either way, right? He tugged on a baggy Nirvana shirt and baggier jeans, plopping down in front of the full-length mirror on his floor so he could try to sort his hair out.

Rowan slept through the whole process, but stirred shortly thereafter. "Mmmm…" He whined softly and opened his eyes, flushing lightly when Damien was the first thing he saw. Why the hell am I…? Whatever… He shook his head a bit to clear it, closing his eyes for a second before glancing up again. "Damian…?"

"Yo." Damien didn't look away from the mirror- he was working out a particularly aggressive tangle that required his full attention. "G'morning."