𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

((Skip to when he's done and catches her in the kitchen?))

(Oh sure.)

((your go then, love))

(rGh Ok)

((kisses))

(😘)

(Wait I let this die

This will not die

Who is still here?)

(Hoi)

(Lmao. Sorry about that. Sooooo wanna skip to the next morning?)

(It could bring about a closure between M and Alison epwith the scene from last night, and when Eris feels up to it, a confrontation with Jericho.)

(Good?)

(Lmao. I can wait.)

(It”s still good but whatever lmao

So yes let’s do that.)

(Confusion
I could

And should

So I will Lol)

An alarm from a tiny piece of technology in M’s pocket woke the fitfully sleeping man to the early morning. He had set his alarm for four-thirty, so he had plenty of time to catch up on work, and perhaps be home in time for when Alison’s parents came along. The busy day ahead stared at him like a giant monster waiting to pounce. He sat up slowly, swinging his legs from off of the bed and stretched out his back and arms, standing up. If the day was a beast; he might as well embrace it. After a moment of leg-stretches, he moved into the bathroom and did his business there before getting ready for a shower. He didn’t have any more of his comfortable dress shirts, so he just grabbed a short sleeved shirt and a jacket to a suit. He took his shower with indifference, rubbing the ink off of his wrists and arms, sighing as he dried off and got dressed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, feeling dread deep within his stomach. It was the first time in a long while that he did not want to go to work.

He glanced up from the sink, where he had started to wash off his face and neck. He must’ve woken up Alison by accident.
“I’m in here,” He presented himself quietly, poking his head out of the bathroom with his face, hair and skin still dripping.

(That”s Okay ^-^)

M sighed softly and went back into the bathroom to towel off the drips of water. “I think I’ll be going in today. Just to check up on things and turn in some work.”

“I’ll be back before lunch, hopefully.” He sighed softly, setting down the towel and rubbing at his tired eyes.

“Alright,” M sighed softly in response. He had gotten up early just to avoid a conversation like this. He knew she’d be disappointed, but he couldn’t be away from his desk for so long.