What: The Morning After Where: Their apartment When: January 1 Warnings: TBD/Not likely
Michael had always been one to wallow in bed, hunkered down under the covers, when morning filtered through the windows. He wasn't lazy by any means. He wasn't exactly unmotivated. He had lived in tough conditions, without the comfort of a warm bed far too often in his life, that he simply appreciated it now. Especially when he was somewhat hungover following a night of partying the decade away.
He groaned when he decided it was time to get up. Part of him wondered why he couldn't just lounge in bed all day. Get up for food and bathroom breaks, sure. but otherwise? Spending the first day of a new year in bed seemed like a mighty fine idea. Especially when the alternative meant potentially running into his room mate.
He liked Hawke well enough. He didn't really see much of the guy. Hawke didn't seem to complain much. He didn't leave his shit all over the shared living space. Michael appreciated that. And now he knew Hawke was a damn fine kisser. Oh yeah. That was a thing. Michael wasn't foolish or naive enough to think a midnight kiss on New Year's Eve meant something, but damn. He hadn't been kissed for a long time, and now he was once again very much aware of that fact.
With a sigh, Michael headed out of his bedroom. He needed coffee. Or another beer. He could go either way, really.