May I have a 1 on 1? (Happily Closed)

He drank the water before carefully setting the glass down. He hums, grabbing his journal.

(Skip?)

Sure//

(Yaaay! To when?)

Hmm… Later that evening or morning. Your choice.//

(Morning?)

Okie dokie!//

Nazaki was already awake as he gets ready to head to work. He hums softly as he does so.

Swen had dozed off on the couch, curled up in a blanket and with a towel. He was snoring softly, as comfy and warm as could be.

He chuckles at the sight, leaving the house. On the coffee table was a big heavy winter coat. Hope this fits. I found it in my closet. -N

Swen twitched awake an hour or so after Nazaki left, rasing his head slowly with a yawn. He rose, shuffled into the bathroom, did his business and came back out, spotting the note.
“Hmm…”

Nazaki made it to the bar. "Morning Al!" He calls. "Morning, Naki!" Alfred calls in reply. Nazaki laughs softly before shedding his coat and putting on his apron. "Shall I open the Lotus Bar?" He calls. Alfred chuckles. "You know it."

Swen lifted up the jacket. “I dunno if this would fit me,” He mused out loud, tilting his head.

Nazaki opens the bar, humming softly as he does so. "How's the husband?" He asks Alfred. Al shrugs. "We're both alright. He's busy and I'm busy, but we still manage a little fun." He winks and Nazaki rolls his eyes as he laughs.

Swen threw on the jacket. Somehow it was really warm. Swen smiled a lottle and flopped down on the couch.

Nazaki taps his foot to the music as he wipes out a glass. He was very content with his job, so he was satisfied.

Swen curled up again and got comfy. Then his stomach growled. He groaned but didn’t rise.

Alfred smiles. "So how's that Roomie of yours? Is he cute?" Al teases. Nazaki laughs softly. "He came to my door freezing his tail off the poor thing."

Swen grabbed the sheets and curled up in those, too. It was a feat of being very smol. He could curl up into anything.

"Is he cute? Your type?" Al asks. Nazaki shushes him. Alfred was the only one he trusted enough to say he was gay. "He is pretty cute." He admits.

Swen poked his head out of the sheets. “Mmmm I’m bored…”

There was a remote next to the TV, a room with a shit door, a book case full of books, or the kitchen.

(A shit door, huh?)

Swen got up and looked around, holding the coat. He wandered over to the shit-door, pushing it with a foot. “What’s this room?” He asked.

Fuck! Shut door.//

Inside was a room full of art supplies from paints to pastels, brushes, tapestry, and who knows what else. Beautiful scenery that almost seemed to be real stood there.

(xD It’s shit-door now)

Swen pushed open the shit-door a little more, wandering into the room with a “Wow”. Did Nazaki do all of this?

Nazaki hums as he works, Alfred chatting with him happily.

Swen stayed in the room for a while, until his rumbling stomach rushed him out of the room and into the kitchen.

Alfred looks at Nazaki. "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? You've been working your ass off since I hired you. My treat." Nazaki's eyes widen. "Really? Th-thank you sir!"

Swen found a package of old, stale crackers. He settled on those, instead of the delicious spaghetti leftovers in the fridge.

Alfred chuckles. "No problem, no problem at all." He smiles at Nazaki.

Swen closed the shit-door just in case he forgot and plopped down on the couch. He was a comfy little bean.