Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

Afriel sighed, giving up and wiggled away best she could trying not to wake him. She found two sets of clothes on the vanity, and guessed them to be the uniforms for the day.

Zackary curled up into her still-warm spot, his wings melting off of the side of the bed meekly. He slipped back into his coma-like sleep, snoring.

Afriel slipped on the yellow shirt that had the Bakerys name on it, along with some black pants. "Zackary. Wake up." She crept over to him again, and shook him gently.

Zackary crooned and curled up under the sheets, his wings shivering unhappily as they were dragged back on the bed.

"Come on Zackary. We need to go get your spray paint." Afriel poked at his face gently.

Zackary crooned louder and shoved his head back under his pillow. “Noooooo…”

"Come on Zackary." Afriel poked the pillow. "Stop being so defiant."

Zackary crooned loudly at her. “I’m TIREDDDDDDDD!”

Afriel shook her head with a laugh. "Now who's fault is that? I told you to go to bed last night."

“I wanted to stay with you!” Zackary protested.

"Awe," Afriel smiled, "but look at what that did to you." She messed up his hair and gave him a loving look.

Zackary crooned and rolled over onto his shoulder, making grabby hand gestures for her.

Afriel crawled back next to him and smiled. "Edens gonna come and harass us in a bit."

Zackary curled back up into her wings with a gentle hum of contentment. “She’ll be fiiine.”

Afriel nodded her head, "undead she will." With that Afriel wrapped her arms around him. "You're warm." She mumbled.

Zackary nuzzled his face into her neck, his soft hair rubbing her chin. He crooned softly in agreement.

Afriel hummed a soft tune happily while hugging Zackary closer. "I love you very very much."

Zackary smiled softly into her skin and curled up around her. “I love you very very much too.”

Afriel nodded her head happily. "You should really get ready though."

Zackary hummed softly. “I’ll get… most of the time I can like this…”

"But your ugly bakery shirt." Afriel laughed softly. "If I have to wear one so do you."

Zackary laughed gently with her. “I’ll abandon it for now.”

"Oh come on. I'm sure you'll totally rock it. Yellow just might be your color." Afriel wrapped her wings tightly around them both.

Zackary shook his head. “Red and Black are my colors. Not yellow.”

Afriel laughed, "oh come on. I'm sure softer colors would look great on you."

Zackary shook his head. “Yellow looks terrible on me, I assure you.”

"Well I guess we won't know untill you try said yellow shirt on. But in my opinion, you'd look good in anything."

Zackary chuckled. “Of course, in your eyes. I’ve tried yellow before. It doesn’t work.”

"Well, its different now, so I'm sure yellow would look great on you." Afriel smiled at him.

Zackary laughed gently. “How is it different?”