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[b Hours:]
Monday: CLOSED
Tuesday: 6am - 6pm
Wednesday: 6am - 6pm
Thursday: 6am - 6pm
Friday: 6am - 8pm
Saturday: 8am - 10pm [i Live Music Weekly]
Saturday: 8am - 4pm

[b [u The Magnolia House]]
Ira: [b [#00075D #00075D]]
Lane: [b [#004d00 #004d00]]
Dimitri: [b [#730099 #730099]]
Bunny: [b [#60B9D6 #60B9D6]]
Leah: [b [#EE5FA7 #EE5FA7]]
Bae: [b [#EC7A1C #EC7A1C]]
Jonas: [b [#990033 #990033]]


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[center [size11 [b [#00075D “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you have someone to spend the holiday with. Meals are better shared together,”]] The last line sounded like it might adorn some kind of holiday card one would send to a relative they barely spoke to. Despite Ira’s reassurance that it was fine and that he needn’t apologize for his rejection he still felt bad. If only he’d asked him a day earlier, then he would have been able to accept. In truth Bunny could probably tell Leah that he’d changed his mind but he felt bad, if Leah was going out of her way to invite him to something it couldn’t hurt to indulge her just a bit. [b [#00075D “Maybe we can spend Christmas together, keep your schedule open,”]] Ira offered, like he was trying to appease a child. Bunny wasn’t sure why the idea of rejecting Ira’s offer was so difficult or why his offer to spend time together another time made him feel better. It was strange how the chef affected him; he’d never been this way towards anyone else.

[b [#60B9D6 “Alright,”]] He agreed, smiling at his plate half in response to the offer and half in amusement at how strangely normal this felt to him. The rest of the dinner passed with talk about the restaurant and food, Bunny asked a few questions but most of the conversation was supplied by Ira who was able to talk endlessly about dishes and ideas once prompted.

The two cleaned up the table together before Ira went to take a shower before they would sleep; Bunny preferred showing in the mornings, if he showered too late at night, he wouldn’t dry his hair properly. While Ira was in the shower Bunny decided to change into his sleep clothes. Normally he didn’t care much what he slept in so long as it was comfortable but he’d realized most of his sleepwear didn’t really consist of pants, save a few playful onesies Leah had convinced him to buy or gifted to him. And the idea of wearing an animal themed onesie in front of Ira had been an unpleasant thought. So instead he’d opted to for a white silk shirt which fell just bellow his hips and a pair of white lace briefs he liked, both which were hidden beneath a pearl pink silk robe which he tied at the waist; the robe had a floral insignia with his monogram on the left breast area where a pocket might be on a jacket.

Bunny was kneeling on the floor by the bed gently rubbing at Baguette’s jiggling belly, in awe that the cat was docile enough to let him touch the sensitive area, when Ira emerged from the adjoining bathroom. The cat seemed content at the foot of the bed being lavished with attention from the mint haired boy. [b [#00075D “The bathroom’s open if you want to shower. There’s a clean towel folded above on the shelf,”]] Ira said as he walked into the room. Ira wasn’t wearing a shirt and his skin was still red from the heat of the water, with some droplets still on his shoulders.

[b [#60B9D6 “That’s alright, I showered this morning, I just need to brush my teeth,”]] Bunny said, stopping his assault on the cat’s tummy and pulling the disposable toothbrush which already had toothpaste on the bristles so he only needed to wet it to clean his teeth. Bunny was very diligent with his oral hygiene given how important his mouth and teeth were to his job and spent a good five minutes making sure he’d properly cleaned his teeth, tongue, and gums before he threw away the brush and returned to the bedroom.

Ira had already gotten under the sheets and Bunny saw that he was once again abusing his lower lip with his teeth. When Ira’s warm amber eyes fell on him, he gave a strange smile, like he was forcing himself to do that. The other male moved the sheets and blanket down next to him and patted the space in an invitation for Bunny to join him. Bunny obliged, walking over and sitting on the bed next to Ira; he placed both of his small hand on either side of Ira’s face and once again used his thumb to pull the lip free of his teeth. [b [#60B9D6 “I told you to stop that,”]] [i Twice], [b [#60B9D6 “you’ll split the skin. If you do it again, I’ll bite it,”]] He threatened, completely serious as he stared into Ira’s eyes their faces level for a change and so close their breaths were intermingling. [b [#60B9D6 “Okay?”]]

Bunny pulled his hands back and moved away from Ira so that he could slid down from his position on his knees and instead lay down on the bed, his robe rising a bit as he did so a briefly flashing a glimpse of lace at Ira unbeknownst to Bunny. Bunny rested one of his arms under the pillow and rested his head atop it while looking up at Ira who was still seated up in the bed. He reached out and touched Ira’s nape, not really able to grip it since the other male was so much taller than him, [b [#60B9D6 “Lay down,”]] he practically ordered.]]
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[b [#60B9D6 “I don’t normally celebrate holidays,”]] Bunny started reluctantly. Swallowing, he continued. [b [#60B9D6 “But this year I’ve already agreed to attend a party with a friend of mine. I apologize.”]]

Ira’s face fell. Taking another bite of his dinner, he chewed slowly before speaking. [b [#00075D “Don’t apologize. I am glad you have someone to spend the holiday with. Meals are better shared together.”]] He smiled although it was obviously halfheartedly.
Meals were better spent with others; he was right about that. Eating with Bunny had been a nice change of pace compared to his normal nights alone. Bunny had become Ira’s favorite company before he knew. [b [#00075D “Maybe we can spend Christmas together, keep your schedule open,”]] Ira suggested, trying to make the boy feel better.

Once the two were done with dinner, Ira loaded the dishwasher and got ready for bed. He decided to take the first shower. Running the water until it was warm, Ira stripped out of his work clothes and climbed in. The hot liquid was refreshing. Ira’s mind wandered to the boy waiting for him in his room. His face flushed. Blaming the shower, he quickly washed his hair and changed into his pajamas.

Bunny was sitting on Ira’s bed when he emerged from the bathroom. [b [#00075D “The bathroom’s open if you want to shower. There is a clean towel above folded on the shelf,”]] Ira offered.
Baguette was already curled up at the foot of the bed waiting for the men to join him. Crawling into bed, the cool sheets felt good against his hot skin. Nerves prickled at his skin when he caught Bunny out of the corner of his eyes. Tonight, was different. He had invited Bunny to stay knowing very well they would be sharing a bed. His teeth found his lower lip and pulled at the flesh.
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[center [size11 Ira seemed caught off guard by Bunny’s offer to spend that night with him again. His brows knitted together while anxiety and uncertainty painted his face. After a moment the expression melted away and Ira’s jaw set as he nodded, [b [#00075D “I would, if that’s okay?”]]

The chef’s voice was still unsure, [b [#60B9D6 “If it wasn’t okay, I wouldn’t have offered.”]] Bunny said with absolution.

[b [#00075D “I guess you’re right,”]] It seemed Bunny’s words had calmed Ira as a smile broke across his lips. The mint haired boy could feel the relaxation of his facial muscles beneath his fingers. Bunny barely realized he was still touching him. But it didn’t seem as if Ira disliked it, in fact earlier he seemed to find comfort in the touch. So, it was probably fine not to move his hand, right?

As that thought crossed his mind there was a loud commotion from the kitchen that made Ira turn his head, and Bunny let his hand drop down. The blonde barista was chasing the spicy red-head out of the room and yelling at him. Bunny didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying, he barely watched the commotion and only saw the wink directed at him from the corner of his eyes as the man left the establishment holding a muffin.

[b [#00075D “Is everything okay?”]] Ira asked as he moved away from where Bunny was seated to deal with the problems arising in the kitchen. He supposed the chef wasn’t at liberty to stay with Bunny the entire time he was eating. Not that his presence was necessary for Bunny to enjoy his meal. The mint haired young man was wrestling with his thoughts and emotions. [b [#00075D “Alright, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight?”]] Bunny nodded his agreement and watched as the chef walked away, their eyes briefly meeting when the man turned back to look at him again before disappearing past the doors.

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The evening came fast and yet Bunny felt he had been waiting for a week rather than a few hours. This time Bunny was prepared for staying a night away from his apartment; he brought his own clothes since Ira’s clothes hadn’t fit him in the slightest and a few toiletries he’d need, as well as a small makeup kit for the morning so he wouldn’t end up walking away with racoon eyes the way he had the time before. As he had packed, he recalled the endless scenes from shows where character had ‘slumber parties’ and spent the night at their friend’s house, Bunny’s unconventional and isolated childhood meant that he hadn’t experienced that before, the closest comparison was his nomadic time spent sampling food across the globe following his parents’ death. Then again, he wasn’t sure that staying in luxurious hotels and sampling food from a variety of restaurants, almost all of them Michelin star rated, could really count as nomadic. And he wasn’t sure at his age he could really consider this to be comparable to an adolescent slumber party either. Both he and Ira were adults; no, he wasn’t sure there was really any situations that described what they were doing.

Bunny met Ira after closing, texting him when he’d gotten to the restaurant and feeling vaguely awash with déjà vu as he remembered just a few days earlier when he texted a picture of the lights still being on. After locking up Ira had quickly ushered him upstairs, it was convenient Bunny realized that he lived above his place of work. Briefly Ira took him towards the guestroom again, telling him that he could place his things there, something about privacy.

The mint haired boy tilted his head with genuine confusion, [b [#60B9D6 “But, aren’t we going to sleep together?”]] Had he misunderstood what Ira had wanted? He was fairly certain that he had asked for Bunny to spend the night with him as he did the time before.

Ira’s entire face flushed red, like he’d been burned, [b [#00075D “Ah, um, have you eaten, you must be hungry. I’m going to go cook some dinner.”]] The chef hurried away, leaving Bunny to follow but only after he decided to drop his bag inside of [i Ira’s room] instead of the guestroom.

Baguette found Bunny in the hallway and weaved between his feet making it difficult to move forward without first picking up the cat and so he did. With the orange monstrosity in his arms he went towards the familiar sounds of cooking. Ira was rolling up his sleeves while he pulled out ingredients and supplies while humming to himself. Green eyes traced his arms while he worked, Ira was more muscular than he appeared normally, the chef was clearly someone who took care of his body. Bunny stayed out of the way, though he felt the urge to move closer to see what was happening quite a few times; especially when he smelled the aromatics of the garlic and shallots. The smaller boy’s knowledge of food allowed him to grasp what kind of dish it was just based on the ingredients sitting out but he still found it nice to watch the chef bring it together. The skill and precision that Ira worked with were very French, by now Bunny was certain he must have either studied under a traditionally French chef or studied in the country itself.

Bunny cuddled with the cat while Ira finished cooking and plated the dish. It had been a long time since Bunny had last ate with someone in a house rather than a restaurant. Ira immediately began to dig in, [b [#00075D “This was my mother’s favorite dish. I haven’t made it in a while,”]] Bunny tucked into the pasta as well, though his bites were smaller and less rushed than Ira’s. The mint haired boy couldn’t really remember a time when he ate his mother’s cooking despite her being a chef. Ira must have been close to her if he had such a delicious meal associated with the woman. [b [#00075D “My friend Leo often sends me French vodka to try,”]] He wondered if Ira’s friend was French, considering that the country wasn’t really known for their vodkas.

It seemed that Ira was someone who liked to speak while they ate, it was nice since Bunny was the opposite. He liked listening to Ira’s voice while he chewed, making eye contact to Ira knew he was listening. [b [#00075D “Say, Bunny, if you don’t have any plans for Thanksgiving, would you like to come here for dinner?”]] Ira began, quickly adding on to the invitation, [b [#00075D “My friends and I do a potluck for every holiday. It’s usually interesting. The food is always good though. They’re all chefs.”]]

Bunny felt a lump form in his throat, he was reluctant to answer since he would be rejecting the chef, [b [#60B9D6 “I don’t normally celebrate holidays,”]] He admitted as if trying to soften the blow. [b [#60B9D6 “But this year I’ve already agreed to attend a party with a friend of mine. I apologize.”]]]]
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Ira was startled when he felt Bunny’s small hand on his face. His fingers cupped his cheek as he used his thumb to gently release his lip from his teeth. Instinctively, Ira leaned into his touch. Closing his eyes, he inhaled through his nose.
[b [#60B9D6 “I told you, you’ll make your lip bleed if you do that.”]] Bunny murmured. [b [#60B9D6 “Do you want me to stay again?” Would that help?”]]

Ira’s eyes snapped open. Bunny met his gaze with sincerity. Knitting his brows together, Ira blinked rapidly, digesting his question. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it. Every time he crawled into bed, he searched for something that reminded him of Bunny and their night together. But could he ask the man to stay with him? Did he also not have someone to go home to?

After a moment, Ira decided it was okay to be selfish even if it was for one night. Averting his eyes from Bunny’s face to his hands, he nodded slowly. [b [#00075D “I would if that’s okay?”]]

[b [#60B9D6 "If it wasn't okay, I wouldn't have offered."]] Bunny replied.

Ira grinned, [b [#00075D “I guess you’re right.”]]

A crash from the back room pull Ira’s attention from Bunny. Jonas came running from the kitchen with Lane in pursuit. [b [#004d00 “If you’re not going to be helpful then get out!”]] She scolded.

Jonas threw up his hands in defense. His body shaking with laughter. [b [#990033 “Alright, alright I am going.”]] Snagging a blueberry muffin, he skipped to the door. Blowing a kiss to Bunny and Ira, he disappeared into the street.

[b [#00075D “Is everything okay?”]] Ira asked, concern paining his face.

[b [#004d00 “Yeah. Ever since Jonas got married, he’s become such a pain.”]] Lane complained, crossing her arms over her chest. [b [#004d00 “Can you come help me in the kitchen? We’re about to get busy.”]]

Ira nodded. She had been right about Jonas. After he married Aiden, he spent less time in the kitchen and took over the financial side of the business. He only worked in the cafe a few days out of the week. Ira understood though. Jonas liked to spend as much time with his person as he could.

Turning back to Bunny, he smiled softly. [b [#00075D “Alright, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight?”]] He said before returning to his place in the kitchen. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught Bunny’s gaze one more time. His smile widened.


After work, Bunny met Ira at the front door. The two locked up the shop together and retired to Ira’s apartment. Once they were settled in, Ira got to work on dinner. He decided on a penne vodka. It was his mother’s favorite recipe.

In a skillet, he browned up garlic and shallots in butter. The earthy smell filled the room with its warm fragrance. Adding chopped tomatoes and vodka, he let the sauce darken. When his pasta was done, he added the noodles and cream to the skillet. Stirring in some fresh parmesan, he plated the dish and added garnish.

Opening a bottle of red wine he liked to pair with the main course, he served Bunny and joined him at the table. Taking a bite, a shiver crept up Ira’s spine. His mother’s smile swirled in his mind. [b [#00075D “This was my mother’s favorite dish. I haven’t made it in a while.”]] Ira noted between bites. [b [#00075D “My friend Leo often sends me French vodka to try.”]]

The thought of his friend Leo reminded him of the upcoming party. Ira wondered if Bunny had anyone to spend the holiday with. He assumed the man didn’t have a partner since he was spending the night with him for the second time that week. But what about his family? He realized he really didn’t know all that much about Bunny.

[b [#00075D “Say, Bunny, if you don’t have any plans for Thanksgiving, would you like to come here for dinner? My friends and I do a potluck for every holiday. It’s usually … interesting.”]] Their parties often got out of hand now that he thought about it. [b [#00075D “The food is always good though. They are all chefs.”]]
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[center [size11 For a moment it seemed like Ira was trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy Bunny rather than telling him the truth. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth like he had the night before when he was worrying and chewed at the flesh before he left his face fall into his hands. [b [#00075D “No,”]] The word seemed to carry weight with it, like exhaling after holding your breath for too long.

Bunny waited for Ira to continue, unsure if he was done speaking after the simple answer to Bunny’s question. But the chef’s sharp eyes peeked from behind his fingers and he finally seemed to crumble, [b [#00075D “I was used to it. Not sleeping. But then you spent the night and,”]] It was like Ira was searching for the right words as he spoke, [b [#00075D “it was the first time in a such a long time that I was able to sleep soundlessly.”]] Ira’s hands fell and Bunny saw he was still chewing on his lip. [b [#00075D “I had forgotten what it felt like.”]]

Like the previous night Bunny reached out toward Ira’s face and used his thumb to pull Ira’s lip free of his teeth, [b [#60B9D6 “I told you, you’ll make your lip bleed if you do that.”]] His chastising was gentle as he mulled over Ira’s words.

[b [#60B9D6 “Do you want me to stay again? Would that help?”]] He asked simply.]]
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[b [#60B9D6 “It’s fine, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened,”]] Bunny confessed. He went quiet for a moment, lost in thought. His expression was hard for Ira to read but it felt off. His words tugged at the chef's chest. Ira had to stop himself from hugging the boy. He wanted nothing more than to comfort Bunny, whatever the reason was.

Tiling his head, his emerald eyes surveyed the man. He looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes were a muted purple. His usually shiny midnight hair looked dull in the sunlight.
[b [#60B9D6 “Are you okay? Have you not been sleeping the past two days?”]]

Ira met his gaze. He tried to come up with a lie but his reserve was empty. Nibbling his lower lip, he hid his face in his hands and exhaled. [b [#00075D “No.”]]

He was quiet for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Peaking between his fingers, Bunny’s gentle expression melted his hard exterior. [b [#00075D “I was used to it. Not sleeping,”]] he started, choosing his words carefully. [b [#00075D “But then you spent the night and it was the first time in such a long time that I was able to sleep soundlessly.”]] A soft blush painted his cheeks. He felt like he was admitting some embarrassing secret. [b [#00075D "I had forgotten what it felt like."]]
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[center [size11 [b [#00075D “Jonas,”]] Ira’s voice sounded strained, Bunny hadn’t ever heard it sound like this before and it made him realize he didn’t actually know all that many sides to Ira.

The red headed man, Jonas, barely blinked at the tone instead he batted his eyes, [b [#990033 “What? I’m just complimenting him. You never share you toys with me.”]]

Something in those words must have set Ira off because he practically hissed back his response to the man, [b [#00075D “He isn’t a toy. Why are you like this?”]]

[b [#990033 “Oh, you know I like to tease. You haven’t dated since [i me], so I wanted to have a look for myself,”]] Bunny felt himself go rigid, he felt like he was hearing things he shouldn’t or maybe just things he didn’t want to. It wasn’t like he hadn’t guessed there might have been something there, they’d seemed really close in the picture and the words and tone of voice Ira had used when talking about Jonas had been particular. Somehow Bunny felt like he was having trouble breathing, maybe it was because he was literally caught between two people fighting.

[b [#00075D “Kitchen, now,”]] Ira’s tone of voice made Bunny still, it was too controlled, almost violently calm.

Even Jonas seemed to have an adverse reaction to it as he relented, [b [#990033 “Okay, okay. You’re no fun.”]] The ginger haired man got down from the chair, he briefly ran his head through Bunny’s fluffy hair, like he was petting him. [b [#990033 “See you around, Bun-Bun,”]] The man winked good naturedly before he departed towards the kitchen door.

Ira let out a sigh that seemed to carry his soul with it, [b [#00075D “I am sorry about him.”]] The chef rubbed his eyes as he leaned forward. [b [#00075D “He means well but doesn’t understand boundaries. Are you alright?”]]

[b [#60B9D6 “It’s fine, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened,”]] It really wasn’t. Bunny had spent most of his childhood as an accessory for his mother. She’d take him to events and parade him around and people would compliment and pet him, cooing about how cute he was; all the while he’d have to remind himself not to flinch or get upset when they suddenly touched him without his permission and never let his act drop. Sure, he didn’t sit around faking a smile and acting like a child to please others now but there were still times where he felt those same commands in his head.

Bunny tried to brush off the thoughts, looking at the bags beneath Ira’s eyes. He tilted his head as he gauged how tired the chef must have been, [b [#60B9D6 “Are you okay? Have you not been sleeping the past two days?”]]]]
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Bunny poked his head around the wall Ira created with his body. His hair fell across his forehead, fanning around him. His face lit up like a lightbulb went off, [b [#60B9D6 “Ah, you’re the one from the photograph!”]] He exclaimed.

This statement seemed to amuse the red-head. A coy smile crawled across his face. His amber eyes narrowed as he met Ira’s fiery gaze. A purr escaped his lips as he slid into the chair next to Bunny. He wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders. [b [#990033 “Oh? You’ve seen my picture before? I’m flattered.”]] He murmured, leaning in closer to the boy.
[b [#990033 “Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t seen a picture of you before, I hear you’re a regular? I can’t believe Ira would try to monopolize a cutie like you.”]] He stared up at Ira through his eyelashes. A smirk resided on his lips.

[b [#00075D “Jonas,”]] Ira warned through his teeth. He glared at the man, his gold eyes begged Jonas to trifle with him.

[b [#990033 “What? I’m just complimenting him. You never share your toys with me,”]] he goaded, batting his eyelashes at the chef.

[b [#00075D “He isn’t a toy. Why are you like this?”]] Ira hissed. Clenching his fists, he knew Jonas had him right where he wanted him.

[b [#990033 “Oh, you know I like to tease. You haven’t dated since [i me,] so I wanted to have a look for myself.”]] Jonas purred, drawing out his words.

[b [#00075D "Kitchen. Now,"]] Ira ordered, all emotions drained from his face. Jonas cowered under Ira's gaze.

[b [#990033 "Okay, okay. You're no fun."]] Jonas whined. Hopping down from the chair, he patted Bunny on the head. [b [#990033 "See you around, Bun-Bun."]] He winked and disappeared into the kitchen.

Ira let out a sigh. He looked tired, like the interaction had taken years off of his life. Leaning against the counter, he rubbed his eyes with his hand. [b [#00075D "I am sorry about him. He means well but doesn't understand boundaries,"]] he explained. Letting his gaze fall on Bunny, he searched the boy's face for answers. [b [#00075D "Are you alright?"]]
  |magnolia| / muta / 2d 10h 1m 49s
[center [size11 [b [#00075D “No, it’s okay, we’ve been slow this morning,”]] Ira said like he was trying to reassure Bunny that his lateness was unnoticed. But if it hadn’t been busy wouldn’t that have made his absence all the more noticeable? [b [#00075D “Can I get you something?”]]

The mint haired boy mulled over the options, the past two time he’d simply let Ira pick for him, the first time had been disastrous since he’d served three full meals but the second time Ira had made the portions of even a single plate more bearable to Bunny. [b [#60B9D6 “I’m alright with you choosing,”]] His voice sounded indifferent but he wasn’t always someone who accepted a chef’s choice.

Ira nodded at him and set to work so Bunny went to find a comfortable spot to wait for his order. His usual table was unoccupied so he sat down, the large windows giving him a perfect view of the street so he could look at the crowds. Since it was the middle of the weekday the crowds were much thinner than they would be on a Friday or the weekends. It only a took a minute or two for Ira to finished preparing the drink, he brought over a tall glass with a green-blended drink and a croissant with a glaze and finely chopped almonds on top, [b [#00075D “It’s a Green Tea Matcha Frappuccino and an almond croissant. I think nuts pair nicely with Matcha.”]] Bunny picked up the drink to taste first, he usually preferred warm teas or even iced teas over blended teas, but he didn’t dislike them. It was creamy and had the right hint of the powerful matcha flavor. And Ira was right about nuts and matcha, they were a good mix, obviously certain nuts went better and usually a nut-butter was recommended with pairing but so long as the pastry managed the sweetness it should be good.

The bell above the door rang as another customer entered, Bunny barely looked up instead focusing on the flavors of his food. However, the customer caught his attention as he walked over to Ira, grabbing at him and kissing him on the cheek. Bunny could tell it was a greeting, he’d spent enough time overseas to be familiar with it but it was the words of the man that Bunny felt prick at him, [b [#990033 “Mi amor! I am so happy to see you!”]] The man was strangely familiar in his appearance and very affectionate towards the chef.

Ira didn’t seem happy with the contact as he removed the man from his person almost immediately, [b [#00075D “I saw you on Friday Jonas. Why do you always do this?”]] The name sounded familiar to Bunny as well, where had he seen this person before? Bunny couldn’t really focus on the back and forth between the two men as he tried to place who this man was.

[b [#990033 “What, I can’t come visit my dear Ira?”]] Somehow his words stung at Bunny, he wasn’t sure why, they weren’t even directed at him so why did he care so much how this person was speaking. [b [#990033 “I actually came to go over the product orders,”]] His tone changed in an instant, suddenly more serious. Then the red-headed man looked over towards where Bunny was sitting, sipping at the straw to his drink and watching the pair. [b [#990033 “Who is this cutie?”]]

Suddenly Bunny lost sight of the other man as Ira moved to stand in front of his immediately line of sight. Bunny tilted his head to the side to see the man again. He spoke a lot like Bae did. Just more friendly. [b [#60B9D6 “Ah, you’re the one from the photograph!”]] Bunny finally placed the man’s face to the one he’d seen pressed against Ira in the polaroid, it had taken a moment because he was younger in the picture than in person.

A fox like smile spread across the man’s face at Bunny’s words, immediately he slipped past Ira and sat down in the chair directly next to Bunny, slinging and arm around his shoulders and leaning in close to Bunny as he spoke, [b [#990033 “Oh? You’ve seen my picture before? I’m flattered.”]] Bunny wasn’t sure there was anything to be flattered about. [b [#990033 “Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t seen a picture of you before, I hear you’re a regular? I can’t believe Ira would try to monopolize a cutie like you.”]] Even though the man was speaking to him Bunny felt like his eyes were directed up at Ira. He really was like Bae, wasn’t he?]]
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[b [#004d00 “Oh! BUNNY hi!”]]

Ira looked up from the mug he had been drying like his name had been called. The cup nearly slipped through his hands when he heard Bunny’s name.

[b [#004d00 “So good to see you again,”]] Lane sang, her tone overly excited.

Ira hung the towel up and appeared in the doorway. A feeling of relief washed over Ira when he spotted the boy. The morning light caught his mint hair, turning it a warm gold. His long eyelashes casted shadows on his pale cheeks. Ira grinned ear to ear. For a moment, the chef thought maybe the boy wouldn’t show.

[b [#60B9D6 “Good morning,”]] Bunny greeted Ira, his voice gentle. [b [#60B9D6 “Sorry, I’m a little later than usual.]]

[b [#00075D “No, it’s okay, we’ve been slow this morning,”]] Ira admitted. His hand fumbled with the hem of his apron. [b [#00075D “Can I get you something?”]]

The thought for a moment before answering, [b [#60B9D6 “I’m alright with you choosing.”]]

Ira nodded and returned to his place behind the bar. The chef opted for a blended drink today. Peaking his head in the kitchen, he whistled at Dimitri.
[b [#00075D “Can you heat up an almond croissant?”]]

Dimitri diverted his attention to his boss. His eyes lit up at the request. [b [#730099 “Is he here?!”]] He trilled.

Ira ignored the question and went back to work. Filling the blender with ice, he poured in cream and a dash of vanilla. Adding a few tablespoons of powdered sugar, he saved the Green-tea Match powder for last. Blending it until smooth, he picked out a tall, dainty glass and filled it with the green Frappuccino. Adding a dollop of whipped cream, he admired his creation. Retrieving the croissant, he scanned the room for Bunny.

The boy had found a seat at the high table facing the window. His attention was on the strangers passing by. Ira strolled over and placed the drink and pastry in front of him. [b [#00075D “It’s a Green-tea Matcha Frappuccino and an almond croissant. I think nuts pair nicely with Macha,”]] he informed, anxiety pricked at the back of his neck. He never knew he if was picking the right thing for Bunny.

The bell above the door chimed as it was thrusted open. A tall, ginger stalked through the door, his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck covering his mouth and nose. His golden eyes searched the restaurant until they landed on Ira. Without hesitation, he threw his arms around the chef and planted a kiss on his cheek.

[b [#990033 “Mi amor! I am so happy to see you!”]] He cooed, nuzzling Ira’s cheek with his.

Ira wrinkled his nose in disgust. Prying the man off of him, he frowned. [b [#00075D “I saw you on Friday Jonas. Why do you always do this?”]]

[b [#990033 “What? Didn’t you miss me?”]] He pursed his bottom lip putting on his best pout. Tears welled in his eyes.

Ira knew well that Jonas could cry on command. His display of affection annoyed the chef. It had been this way between the two men since they had first met in high school. Jonas was the dramatic one and Ira was an ‘old soul.’ People were surprised when they began to date. They were even more surprised when things ended years later.

[b [#00075D “No. What are you doing here? It’s Tuesday?”]] Ira inquired; suspicion hung on his words.

[b [#990033 “What, I can’t come visit my dear Ira?”]] He teased, attempting to cup the shorter man’s cheek. When Ira swatted him away, he shrugged. [b [#990033 “I actually came to go over the product orders.”]] He admitted. His eyes fell on the boy sitting next to them who had been staring at Jonas. [b [#990033 “Who is this cutie?”]] Jonas purred, watching Ira’s expression change from annoyance to protective in an instant. Ira instinctively stepped between Jonas and Bunny.
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[center [size11 Bunny didn’t go back to the [i ‘Magnolia House’] that Saturday despite having promised to come again that day but it felt weird to return after he’d just spent the night. When he’d finally gotten back to his apartment, he’d taken a long bath while trying to explain the situation to Leah who had a reaction that made him remember the blonde barista. She seemed elated to hear that he had spent the night with another person, she had asked a lot of… [i Awkward] questions about Ira. Of course, he hadn’t actually told Leah Ira’s name.

After satisfying her curiosity he’d decided he needed to buckle down and finish his article so Bae would calm down. Despite having changed into his own, well fitted clothes he picked up the jacket he’d taken from Ira’s. That same intoxicating smell was still heavily clinging to the fabric when he picked it up and he inhaled it again. Bunny ended up putting it on, telling himself he’d return the jacket the next day when he went to the restaurant again.

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Bunny’s phone vibrated in his back pocket, alerting him to the fact he had a new message from someone. For a moment he thought it was perhaps from Ira, Bunny was running a little late so maybe he was texting the mint haired boy. For some reason he felt a little disappointed when it was from Leah.

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EE5FA7 Bunny-Boo, guess who has Thanksgiving plans with a gorgeous girl?!]]]]

Immediately Bunny assumed Leah was speaking about herself, she must have made plans with a new woman she was seeing but he would play along.

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#60B9D6 Who?]]]]

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EE5FA7 U! U get to come with me to a party!]]]]

Bunny didn’t really celebrate holidays, it always felt like too much work on a large dinner that was consumed too quickly and was generally prepared in very uncreative ways. It wasn’t as if he hated holidays or anything, if anything he was indifferent to them. However, Bunny knew that arguing was a pointless endeavor, if he said no Leah would just ignore it and show up at his apartment on the day of and drag him along anyways.

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#60B9D6 Okay.]]]]

What followed was string of emojis that Bunny couldn’t decipher. He sighed, opening the door to the [i ‘Magnolia House’], letting the rush of warm air wash over him. The restaurant had been closed the day before with Ira talking about how he needed to get his place ready for the upcoming holiday. He seemed very enthusiastic about it. While he had only come by once since he’d spent the night the two of them had been texting quite a bit and Bunny had gotten to know a lot about Ira’s cooking. He was really talented and had a lot of professional training, even if he tried to downplay it.

[b [#004D00 “Oh! [i BUNNY] hi!”]] The blonde barista greeted loudly, throwing her voice back like she was trying to speak to someone really far away rather than the boy who’d just walked in. [b [#004D00 “So good to see you again,”]] She was exaggerating her words but Bunny wasn’t really sure why.

Before he could say anything to the blonde barista, Ira was coming out from the kitchen, the way he rushed out made him look a bit like a puppy running to greet its owner after they’d gotten home. It was kinda cute. [b [#60B9D6 “Good morning,”]] He spoke, his soft voice more directed towards Ira than the girl, [b [#60B9D6 “Sorry, I’m a little later than usual.”]] He hoped the chef hadn’t thought he wasn’t coming; he had said he would but he’d slept later than usual so it took a while to get there.

Bunny was dressed somewhat different than normal, mostly in the fact he wasn’t wearing an oversized sweater or blouse like Ira was used to seeing on him. Instead he wore light blue denim jeans with a few stylized rips and a black leather leg harness on his left pant leg. His shoes were simple black canvas sneakers and one could just barely see his pastel blue socks between the space of his shoe and jeans. His white hoodie actually fit him rather than swallowed him up with its size and he wore a black choker on his neck that matched the look of the harness on his leg. His mint locks were especially fluffy that morning since he’d just taken a shower and blown them dry before coming. He wasn’t wearing much makeup, since he preferred to be fresh faced when it was earlier in the day. Really just his lipstick stood out, a nice soft gradient of pink that went slightly red just at the crease of his mouth.]]
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Bunny swam in Ira’s leather jacket. The sleeves were far too long and the fabric wrapped around him like a blanket. Ira’s expression softened at the sight. An affectionate grin crept across his face as his eyes rested on the boy.

A shriek of excitement erupted from Lane when she saw what Ira was staring at. Her hand slapped her mouth making a popping noise. [b [#004d00 “OH MY GOD!”]] She bellowed. Shaking her head, she straightened her sweater to calm her fidgeting hands. [b [#004d00 “Um, Hi.”]]

Ira pursed his lips not bothering to hide his smirk. Blinking slowly, Ira took a sip from his mug admiring the view. “Good morning,” Ira greeted, his deep voice warm like honey.

“Hello?” Bunny replied, his uneasiness apparent in his tone. He shuffled across the store, deliberate in his footsteps. He paused in front of Ira. Hesitation flashed in his eyes when he met Ira’s gaze. “I should get going. Thank you for the tea and everything.” He turned away from the chef and headed for the door. “I hope you were able to sleep well,” he added. In an instant, he was gone.

Once the boy was gone, Lane’s composure crumbled. Like a broken dam, her excitement flooded Ira. The barista nearly tackled Ira as she clawed at his shirt, pulling him from his seat. [b [#004d00 “DIMITRI, I NEED YOU,”]] she cried, crazy burned in her eyes as she straddled the man. Ira wriggled under her weight, trying not to spill the contents in his cup.

Dimitri materialized in the door; his face unreadable. Looking down his nose, he narrowed his eyes at the sight of his coworkers wrestling. After a beat, he was towering over the two, his eyes shining like a child about to open a present. [b [#730099 “Sooooo,”]] he sang.

Ira rolled onto his stomach attempting to escape his assailants grasp. [b [#00075D “What?”]] He heaved; his obsidian locks had escaped the tie that had been holding them in place.

[b [#730099 “What my ASS Ira!”]] Dimitri boomed. Effortlessly, he scooped up the two, one in each arm and plopped them on the couch. [b [#730099 “You know exactly what we want to know.”]]

Lane nodded her head so vigorously her glasses nearly flew off. [b [#004d00 “Why was Bunny in your apartment?! What was he doing wearing your jacket? Is he your boyfriend?”]] Her questions fired one after another.

Ira shifted his weight in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. He straightened his shirt from his earlier attack. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, he clicked his tongue. He hadn’t really thought there was anything out of the ordinary from the night before. Had it been weird he invited Bunny to stay? Did Ira make the man uncomfortable?

[b [#00075D “Well he stopped by on the way home from a party and it was late so I invited him to stay in the guest room.”]] Ira tapped his chin with his forefinger. [b [#00075D “He ended up sharing my bed with me and Baguette.”]] He noted.

Lane looked like she was about to combust. Another squeal escaped her small chest. She leapt from the couch and tackled Dimitri in a bear hug. [b [#004d00 “Dimi, it’s HAPPENING.”]]

Dimitri lifted the girl up by her waist and twirled her around, laughing along with her. Ira wrinkled his nose in disgust. It was too early for this much joy. He only had one cup of coffee and needed at least three for this level of affection.

[b [#00075D “I am not caffeinated enough for this,”]] Ira sighed. Picking up his coffee cup that had been emptied on the floor, he returned to the kitchen to find a towel.


The next two days lulled on like usual. Bunny and Ira texted during their free time talking about food and their schedules. Ira spent his day off planning his big upcoming Thanksgiving dinner. It had been a tradition his mother had created, inviting all of the chefs for a potluck and festivities. Ira had set up the guest room and made sure he had enough bedding for his drunk friends to stay the night if needed. He took his time decorating the apartment with his favorite fall aesthetic.

When Tuesday rolled around, Ira was moving faster than usual. He woke up before dawn and completed his morning ritual in a whirlwind. The chef was excited to open the café. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t wait to see Bunny.

Ira put on a pot of coffee and started the oven. Pulling out his phone, he typed a good morning text to Bunny before moving onto making holiday plans. Finding his group chat, [i People I Tolerate,] he drafted a message.
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Ira | Hello, Thanksgiving is in two weeks. We will be gathering at the Magnolia house on Thursday the 26th. Bring a covered dish. Alcohol will be provided as always. No Jonas, we will not get a live Turkey this year. Yes Leah, you can bring a plus one. Let me know if you have any questions.
Leo | Bonjour mon cher! Eloise and I will be flying in on the 25th can’t wait to see you!
Jonas | :( what about a duck?
Ira | No.
Athena | Why do you always type so formally, old man?
Dimitri | What do you mean? Ira is literally a 60-year-old grandfather.
Ira | I am turning off the notifications now. Good-bye.]
Ira locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket. Although he acted like the party was a bother, he was excited to share a meal with the people he cared about.
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[center [size11 Bunny was very confused when he woke up, there was a large mass of orange fur directly in front of his face that was yowling incessantly at him. The confusion was mainly directed at the fact he didn’t have cat so to see one as soon as he woke up made his brain come to a screeching halt. The mental dilemma of the cat made his realization that the bed he was in was not his own come a few seconds later than it normally would. The bed was a little smaller than his own and definitely had fewer blankets, yet he could feel some residual warmth from one side of the bed. The sheets smelled like coffee and vanilla with something meatier beneath it. Bunny let himself burrow back into that smell which made him feel warm and relaxed while he tried to remember where exactly he was.

He probably shouldn’t be as calm as he was not knowing where he was or why he was in a stranger’s bed, it wasn’t like this happened to him a lot. In fact, a situation like this had never happened to the mint haired boy before. However, he didn’t really feel anything that made him feel like he needed to get out of there. Slowly the events of the night before came back, his departure from [i ‘Eclipsed’], the stalker following him, seeing the lights left on at the restaurant and how they’d talked in the kitchen until Ira invited him to stay the night. It took an extra minute for him to remember the hazy state he’d been in when he crawled into the other man’s bed and used him as a substitute space heater.

The room was empty and it sounded rather quiet as well, turning his face to the side he looked at the empty space beside him. Ira must have already woken up. Baguette pawed at Bunny’s chest until the boy began to scratch at his chin. [b [#60B9D6 “Where did your owner go, Baguette?”]] He asked the purring cat.

Looking around he noticed there were clothes on the nightstand, right next to a bottle of water, after a longer than necessary pause Bunny realized they were probably meant for him. It was a sweet gesture but considering how large the shirt he was currently wearing was and how his hips were too slim to fit into Ira’s elastic pants he doubted that those would fit him. He stood up, much to the displeasure of Baguette who he had to adjust from laying on his chest to now sitting in his lap as he reached over for the water, taking small sips while he slowly woke up. After he’d had a little bit of water, he decided he should probably try to find his clothes and phone. A part of his mind wondered if this was how people felt after they hooked up with people; blindly searching for their belongings in a stranger’s house while feeling out of place?

As soon as he removed himself from the bed, he regretted it, it was cold. He noticed among the clothes Ira had laid out for him was a jacket. He quickly pulled that from the pile and put it on, it smelled just like the bed had, robust coffee with sweet vanilla tones and a strong scent beneath it which was both meaty and luxurious at the same time. Bunny held the leather close and inhaled the scent, it seemed to dull his senses when he smelt it, like taking a sedative.

Wearing the jacket, he retraced his steps to the guest bedroom where he’d taken off his clothes and left his belongings. He took the jacket off to get dressed again but put it back on after a brief struggle to stuff the billowing sleeves of his blouse into the sleeves of the jacket. His phone had three messages from Leah and one from Bae.

Bae’s message was straight-forward:

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EC7A1C I haven’t gotten your article on that restaurant yet, you usually have it done by now.]]]]

Leah’s messages were initially straight forward:

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EE5FA7 Bunny-boo, did you get home alright?]]]]

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EE5FA7 Did. You. Get. Home?]]]]

But the third was less so:

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#EE5FA7 I’m still your emergency contact, right? So, if you got into some horrifying, disfiguring accident and were dying in the hospital I’d know, right?]]]]

Bunny decided to ignore Bae’s message since he was just nagging for the article, it was true that Bunny usually had them done rather quickly but the deadline for the article was two days from now so the man could afford to wait. Leah on the other hand was likely to contact the police if he didn’t text her back.

[font "courier new" [size13 [b [#60B9D6 I’m fine. I’ll call later and explain.]]]]

He promptly put the phone on sleep mode so it wouldn’t go off and slid it into his back pocket. He popped into the bathroom to clean his face, his makeup had probably gotten smeared and messy while he was sleeping, especially if it was as warm as he remembered. Using a washcloth, he removed most of the remaining makeup which had gotten messy while he was sleeping but without makeup cleaner, he had some dark shading beneath his eyes and his lips were still stained a brighter than natural color.

Bunny followed the path Ira had shown him the night before down into the restaurant, he emerged in the kitchen where he saw the large man with dreadlocks who worked there, prepping ingredients for opening. He looked up at the intruder curiously though his eyes quickly widened and his mouth feel open as he looked at the boy. He seemed like he wanted to say something but wasn’t able to get any words out, after an awkward moment of staring Bunny quickly moved towards the storefront. There he found Ira sitting down in a chair while he browsed the newspaper and nursed a cup of coffee. Bunny wondered if he’d actually gotten any sleep the night before, it seemed like he was having a fitful dream.

[b [#004D00 “What does that mean?”]] The blonde barista was speaking to Ira and she seemed aggravated by something. Briefly the mint haired boy considered sneaking out and back up the stairs but the other employee had already seen him and it would be rather awkward to try and sneak out now. In that moment Ira looked up and saw Bunny in the doorway.

The blonde barista followed the chef’s gaze to Bunny and her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. Immediately the girl made a [i terrible] noise, like she was squealing and screaming but trying to hold it in while failing and Bunny’s body flinched back from it. [b [#004D00 “OHMYGOD!”]] Her words were spoken so quickly it all came out in one breath, [b [#004D00 “Um, hi.”]] She greeted as she finally seemed to regain a sense of sanity.

[b [#60B9D6 “Hello?”]] Bunny responded hesitantly as he walked out of the kitchen and crossed over to Ira, intensely aware of the blonde’s gaze. His green eyes fell on the chef and he hesitated with what exactly he was supposed to say in this situation. [b [#60B9D6 “I should get going. Thank you for the tea and everything,”]] Bunny didn’t want to elaborate on the stalker in front of the girl or by the other worker in the kitchen. As he walked towards the door he looked back at the chef and voiced a thought on his mind, [b [#60B9D6 “I hope you were able to sleep well,”]] before he left.]]

[center [size11 [i Bae [b [#EC7A1C #EC7A1C ]]] ]]
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Ira woke with the sun. The warm light poured in through the windows igniting everything it touched. Blinking slowly, it took Ira a few moments to adjust to consciousness. Enveloped in his arms was a slumbering body. The rise and fall of Bunny’s chest was in sync with Ira’s heartbeat. Reaching up, Ira ran his fingers through the boy’s soft, mint hair. Shifting his weight, he pulled Bunny in closer. He felt at ease in their closeness.

Resting his chin on Bunny’s head, he closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the quiet moment. The steady rhythm of the sleeping boy’s breath harmonized with the purring coming from the feline nestled between the boys’ interlocked legs. Ira memorized the feeling of stillness.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Ira untangled himself from the boy, careful not to wake him. Bunny grumble in protest but ultimately rolled back over and fell back into slumber. Ira pulled the quilt over his petite body and gently brushed the hair from his still face. Bunny looked so peaceful when he slept, almost childlike. His tick eyelashes fluttered as he dreamed.

Glancing around the room, Ira struggled getting into his normal routine. He was more rested than he had been in months and it was a hard concept to grasp. The chef decided to skip his shower. He justified it by saying the running water would wake his guest but, in all honesty, he wanted to soak in Bunny’s sent a little longer.

Ira changed into his work clothes and found a clean shirt and pair of trousers for Bunny. He carefully folded them and placed them on the bedside table. Retrieving a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he left it beside the clothes. Once he was finished, he left food out for Baguette and made his way to the café.

When he arrived, both of his coworkers were already opening the shop. On weekends, the Magnolia House didn’t open until 8 am so they took their time getting ready. Ira was thankful a pot of coffee was already made. Although he felt rested, he was fighting the urge to crawl back into bed. Pouring himself a cup, he grabbed a croissant and found himself an empty chair. Picking up the newspaper, he flipped to the cartoons.

Lane found Ira first, her pale blonde hair was pulled back into a braid and she wore her usual sweater and dress shirt combo. She was nursing a cup of coffee as well. Smiling, Ira new she had questions.

[b [#004d00 “So, did [i Bunny] ever text you?”]] She asked with a click of her tongue.

Ira didn’t look up from his new paper and grunted, [b [#00075D “m hm.”]]

[b [#004d00 “Well,”]] she huffed, obviously annoyed. [b [#004d00 “What did he say?”]]

[b [#00075D “I had left the café lights on.”]] He murmured, flipping the page uninterested in the girl.

[b [#004d00 “What does that mean?”]] Lane moaned.

Before Ira could explain, Bunny appeared in the kitchen doorway.
  |magnolia| / muta / 2d 17h 30m 1s
[center [size11 Bunny almost flinched when Ira suddenly reached out to him, but those large hands ended up tucking some of his hair back behind his ear, barely brushing against his skin so much softer than he would have thought possible of the giant appendages. [b [#00075D “I don’t think I could sleep knowing you were out there by yourself,”]] Bunny felt like he should point out how the boy had told him he barely slept regardless of the situation but something kept him from opening his mouth in that moment. His voice suddenly sounded so tired and suppressed the urge to yawn and lean into the warmth he felt coming from Ira’s hand; when did he get so sleepy? [b [#00075D “What if you weren’t fine?”]]

The chef sounded genuinely terrified of the idea of something happening to Bunny on his way home and the exhaustion that tinged his voice made Bunny feel weak to his request, [b [#00075D “Please stay.”]]

He really shouldn’t, Bunny should just refuse and hand him back his cat and thank him for the tea and leave. But just like earlier when he accepted the offer to come in his mouth was disagreeing with his mind. [b [#60B9D6 “Alright,”]] His voice was so soft that he worried the chef wouldn’t hear him.

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Ira’s guest room was sparsely decorated, a trait which actually suited Bunny who barely had anything person in his own apartment. Unfortunately, it was also cold. The mint haired boy had never been good at dealing with the cold since he always felt his body ran colder than normal. It was why he kept so many blankets on his bed and in his office and on the couches in his living room, that way he’d be able to warm up. But the sheets and blanket, singular, did little to help him feel warmer even as he cocooned himself. He felt so tired but couldn’t get to sleep, the feeling was fogging his mind. If it was this bad for him with just one night how bad must it have been for Ira who suffered from insomnia? Was Ira sleeping now?

Feeling a little curious and with his tired brain unable to think clearly, he got up from the bed. The sleeping clothes Ira had given him to wear were so large that the pants actually hadn’t fit but with how large the shirt was it didn’t really matter, it looked like Bunny was wearing a dress. Ira had briefly shown him where his room was located just down the hall so he silently walked towards it. The door was open, probably to let the cat come and go as it pleased.

Standing right in front of the doorway he could hear the sound of Ira’s voice. Was he still awake? But when he walked closer it looked like Ira was asleep. Bunny was standing by the side of the bed watching Ira for a minute, he sounded so distressed, was he having a nightmare?

Reaching out to try and maybe wake him he found that Ira felt warm, not like he had a fever he didn’t think but just [i warm]. The other male seemed to still a bit when Bunny touched him but didn’t wake up. The warmth of Ira’s skin seemed to seduce Bunny and make him feel so much more exhausted than before. Unable to think past how tired he was and how warm Ira was he crawled into the bed; he slipped under the covers and moved next to Ira. Ira murmured something in distress and Bunny reached out to hold his face, running his thumb over his cheek and shushing him, [b [#60B9D6 “It’s okay, just sleep Ira, I’m here.”]] He wasn’t sure why he was saying that or what was really happening, he didn’t have the alertness for that but his words and touch seemed to work as Ira’s noises and movements slowly as Bunny touched him.

Like magic Ira’s warmth seeped into his body making his green eyes heavy enough he could no longer keep them open until finally, they fell closed. Bunny nestled in to Ira’s side, cuddling up and tangling his legs with Ira’s as he slept.]]
  вυηηү / LIVE / 3d 10h 6m 42s

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