In the days following his birthday celebration, Icarus had not been able to bring himself to leave Esras. Times being what they were, happiness was incredibly difficult to come by and even more difficult to hold onto and he simply hadn't been ready to relinquish his grip on it. However, he knew that he needed to at least check in at the Basement to get his messages. He rolled out of bed with groan and started to get dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans from a pile of clothes on the floor and laughing when he realized that the legs were much too long to belong to him. Still laughing, he pulled them off and tried again, eventually rummaging around in his corner of the top drawer to pull on a shirt and then crawl over his side of the bed to sit on top of Esras. "Hey," he said, pinching at his lover's sides playfully. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
Grinning down at him, Icarus pinched him a couple more times for good measure. "I have to go to the Basement to pick up my messages. Wanna come with?"