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[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party. 
John Allerdyce

[John Allerdyce]

Last night had been insane, and as John rejoined the conscious world -- mostly against his will -- he could feel the severe aftermath of a night of intense partying and drinking. He groaned as he rolled over in his bed, feeling as if someone was taking a hammer and hitting him in the temples repeatedly. It wasn't a foreign feeling to the mutant, but it wasn't one he experienced every night. And last night, had been particularly intense. He was still trying to piece it together but when he groggily opened his eyes, and saw no one lying next to him . . . well, that was interesting. He could have sworn he didn't come back to his room alone. He could feel the breeze from his lack of shirt, and quickly peeking under the blanket to see he had shorts on . . . what the hell had even happened last night?! Prepared to pull the pillow over his head to cast out the morning light and go back to sleep, a sound coming from his room prevented him from doing so.

Alert, he jolted into an upright position, inwardly cursing at himself for the abrupt action as it only made the pain in his head intensify. He noticed his closet was more than half open and that same curiosity, peaked enough for Pyro to drag himself out of bed and walk those few steps over. Pulling the door fully open he saw him. Bobby. It seemed his friend was also waking up and all Pyro could think of was how the hell had had gotten into his closet?! "Well, this gives a whole new meaning to coming out of the closet." He knew it was a touchy subject for Bobby, but John didn't exactly have a filter. Besides, he hated uncomfortable silences and he feared that was what would follow when Bobby realized he was standing there . . . and that his friend was quite literally, in the closet. His closet.

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Everything was hazy. His head, his view, his memory, and he wasn’t even sure he was awake just yet but he was trying his best to get there. Sadly, his best was hindered by sleep battling to keep him right there, wherever there was now he thought about it. Eyes closed, he recounted what he could remember from the night before and every step to this point. It wasn’t as successful as he hoped with more solid memories from earlier on in the evening skipping to flashes of broken images and conversations as it went on, and there was still the matter of where he was.

With some effort and mental persuasion he forced himself to move, adjusting only a little but it was enough to send his head spinning and a feeble groan escaped as it did. Deciding to give up on moving Bobby instead did his best to figure out where he was, confused when he tried and eventually his attention fell to his clothes. His own boxers and a shirt that didn't belong to him. He reached to tug at it and just then a nearby door opened wide and he was squinting up at Pyro. It took him several long moments to register what was happening while John stood over him with words that even in his current state filled Bobby with nervous irritation once it sank in and along with it the recollection of waking up next to John, planning on a hasty panicked retreat and choosing the wrong door before a stumble down. It seemed he had stayed there. As that panic began to seep back in he attempted, awkwardly, to get out of the closet. “I wasn’t in.. shut up and help me out of here.”


John Allerdyce

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[John Allerdyce]

Pyro couldn't help but smirk and slightly chuckle at the other mutant. This wasn't the first time that Bobby acted all . . . hesitant about things. And John was well aware of how his comment only fuelled it. Vocalized it. Grabbing a hoodie, he quickly pulled it over him before offering his hand to pull the other mutant up on his feet. Though he wasn't about to say it . . . deep down, he hated that Bobby always felt the need to flee. Always felt hurried to get out before being confronted with what had happened. Hell, Pyro hadn't even known how he longed for that . . . companionship. That feeling of just waking up next to someone, until this whole scenario came about, and had happened on more than one occasion.

"Nice shirt," he said with a bit of sarcasm and teasing. Considering, it was his own shirt. And, to voice the fact that he was wearing it. Verbal acknowledgement if only to further point out the circumstance and . . . what Pyro perceived as Bobby's failed attempt to exit before he woke up. "So now that it's too late to make a run for it without me noticing, you wanna tell me how you wound up in the closest?" Another sarcastic remark, though once again, deep down, Pyro hoped he did. Now, he wasn't one to get into these deep conversations about emotions and all that crap . . . but he wanted to see where Bobby's head was at. And whether he was still swimming in the sea of denial.

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