cliche O/O soulmate rp? (closed)

Rykah nodded, pulling away and heading for the door, "I'll talk to you tomorrow then?:

"Yeah," Glenn agreed, snuggling deep into his covers. Most night's he stayed up for hours before finally falling asleep, but tonight felt… restful. Like he might actually get some sleep for once. "Goodnight."

(i feel kinda mean glorifying sleep so much when you can't doze off. sorry abt that)

Rykah smiled, watching him. "Good night" he murmured, before leaving the apartment, and heading home.

(Eh, It's okay)

(wanna skip to tomorrow morning?)

(Yeah,)

(cool!)

Glenn woke up at 5:04 with a heaving gasp. He'd gotten a lot of sleep, but the last few hours had been less than restful. The nightmares were fading fast, only a few wisps of horror clinging to the back of his mind. He reached over to the slip of paper on his bedside table, smiling as he punched the number into his phone. He only stopped when he realized it was 5 in te goddamned morning.

He killed a couple of hours cleaning the house, finally sending Rykah a simple good morning :) when he decided most reasonable people would be awake

Rykah had barely been able to sleep that night, thinking about Glenn. He carefully watched his phone come 6, having been up since around 4 to paint the sunrise. When he finally got the text he grinned.
morning! he sent back.

A surge of irrational happiness poured over Glenn as he stared at the text, plopping himself down onto the couch with a wide smile. what're you doing?

(Goodnight)

Just finished putting my art supplies away answered Fukah, grinning for absolutely no reason.

(Good morning!)

(morning :)

You've been up? Glenn asked, wishing he'd known that so he wouldn't have wasted time cleaning his already spotless apartment. Just asking that felt a little rude, so he quickly added what were you drawing?

painting the sunrise he typed back, before putting the last of his paints away.

(dude, I had the weirdest dream.)

sounds fun. I've just been cleaning Glenn replied, pushing a tuft of silver air out of his face and wondering if it would be weird to ask Rykah to hang out. Maybe grab some coffee or see a movie or… oh god, he was planning a date, wasn't he? Was that too forward?

Rykah nodded when he saw it, running his fingers through his hair, ears twitching a little. Any chance you wanna meet up? he typed, pressing send before he could rethink it.

(What was it about?)

Glenn nodded, then realized they were texting so there was no way Rykah could see it. definitely! wanna get some coffee? there's a great cafe a couple blocks from my house.

Rykah smiled, sure! he sent the reply, then started looking for a shirt. He normally went shirtless at home, simply cause it was more comfortable for his wings.

(it was a weird mashup of saw and, like, my fever dreams. there was this crazy guy on the loose putting killer traps on people's doors and he put one on my house, but I got inside and then a bunch of guys in black motorcycle helmets attacked but I somehow managed to beat them and then when I took off the helmets they were all mark zuckerburg)

(Weird)

see you at 8? Glenn asked, shuffling into is bedroom and scrambling around for something that wasn't wrinkled beyond belief. He still hadn't changed out of yesterdays clothes, and at this point, he felt like his jeans were eating his legs.

(yeah. idk what it means or why i dreamt it, but it was there and it was a very strange experience)

(Eh, at least you get dreams)
Rykah smiled, Sounds great! he sent back, rummaging around for a clean something that he could wear.

(that's a good point.)
Glenn tossed his phone onto the bed once the meeting was all set up, and tore into his closet looking for something cute, but not too formal and not too over the top. By the time he'd settled on something decent looking, he was almost late. He hurried out the door, making it to the cafe just as the clock struck 8:05.

Rykah had tracked down another of his signature hoodies, and grabbed his bag as he headed for the cafe. He had arrived a little bit earlier than necessary, and thus purchased a hot chocolate, and settled down to work on a sketch from earlier.

Glenn ordered a black coffee and picked his way over to where Rykah was sitting, plopping down into the armchair next to him. "Sorry I'm late! I lost track of time getting ready and," he paused, getting a look at Rykah's art for the first time. "That's really pretty!"

Rykah blushed at the compliment on his artwork, a detailed flower design. "Th-thanks…" he murmured, his wings floofing up in embarrassment.

Glenn looked at the art for a few more seconds before turning back to Rykah with a soft smile. "No problem!" After sitting in silence for a few awkward moments, Glenn tried to grasp for a conversation starter. "Um, it's really great to see you again. Did you have any trouble getting home last night?"

"No trouble, it was fairly quiet.." he said softly, his shy nature coming through even more as he carefully shaded in another leaf.