“Oh, for fucks sake!” A red haired girl groaned as she struggled to pick up the keys that were dropped on the floor while supporting the exceedingly drunk monkey that was leaning on her shoulder.
“Wha-hic– watch your language yurng lady!” Samon slurred as Kitsuna somehow managed to pick up the keys and open up her apartment, basically throwing the monkey inside.
“Why did you have to challenge Hajime to a drinking contest?” She muttered to herself after closing the door and attempting to take off both her and Samon’s boots.
“Where is tha-hic– that fucker!” Samon moaned, trying to jump up and find him but only fell onto his back, making it slightly easier for the girl to pull his boots off.
“Come on, you dumb ass.” She growled picking him up off the ground, aswell as the hat that had fallen off his head when he fell backwards.
“But you like my ass.” Samon purred, rubbing his face against her cheek.
Kitsuna sighed and pushed him onto the couch in the living room.
“You are going to make me throw you through a wall tonight.” Kitsuna growled and rubbed her face as she went into the kitchen for a glass of water.
“Kitsuna! Please don’t leave me!” Samon cried as he fell off the couch, causing a rather loud bang to echo through the appartement, “I can change! I’ll be better! I’ll let you have the last popsicle, just please don’t leave!”
Kitsuna sighed as she came back out, glass in hand.
“I’m not leaving you, you idiot.” She told him, picking him up and sitting him on the couch, “Drink this.” She handed him the glass and sat next to him.
“You aren’t gonna leave me?” He asked and sipped the water.
“No.” She told him plainly as she took her hat off and placed it on the coffee table next to his, “I have no reason to. I’m just not very happy with this drunk you right now. It’ll be fine in the morning.”
“I’m sorry.” He bubbled into the water.
“It’s fine.” She sighed, starting to pull bobby pins out of her hair, allowing her bangs to spring out, curving upwards and falling on either side of her face. The top of it was black in colour and the very bottom of the bangs on either side were faintly silver.
“It’s not fine!” Samon yelled and slammed the glass down on the table as the girl started pulling her bun out, “You deserve better!”
“Which is why you never get drunk.” Kitsuna told the monkey, her hair now falling into a pony tail of orange. At the very tips of her hair was the faint colour of silver.
“Come on.” She said, standing up, “Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep this off.”
“I don’t wanna go to sleep!” Samon whined.
“You have to.” Kitsuna informed him.
“No! Not unless you’ll sleep with me!” Samon pouted.
“Okay.” Kitsuna sighed in defeat and scratched her head, “Let’s go to bed then.”
“Yay!” Samon yelled basically jumping onto the red head and beginning to strip himself of cloths, “We get to sleep together.” He purred again.
“Not like that.” Kitsuna said sternly.
Samon puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, “Fine, but we better cuddle.”
“Whatever.” She groaned, leading the now only underwear clad monkey into her bedroom. Samon stumbled after her giddily and fell face first onto her bed when the door was opened.
Kitsuna couldn’t hold back a smile as she watched him roll around on her comfy bed like a child. She then turned to her closet and pulled out a tank top and sweat pants before changing. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and let all her orange locks fall down her back.
Samon grinned at her when she turned around and patted the bed next to him for her to join him.
Kitsuna killed the lights and climbed over Samon so he was closest to the edge of the bed and she was closest to the wall. Her chest was to his back as she threw and arm over him to cuddle.
“No!” Samon whined, and turned around in her embrace and cuddled into her chest.
Kitsuna only sighed, but did nothing against it.
She did nothing but lay there and listen to his breathing and feeling his heartbeat. After almost 30 minutes, when she was certain he was asleep, did Kitsuna maneuver herself out of his grasp, taking extra care to not disturb him, and get to work.
Samon groaned to himself feeling the less than pleasant pounding in his head. He opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh light that was filtering through the curtains.
He groaned again and sat up while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes fully, he was startled for a moment.
He didn’t recognize the room he was in. His eyes darted around trying to find some idea of where he was. His eyes then landed on the jacket of a Nanba guard jacket hanging on a closet door.
He felt oddly comforted knowing it was someone he knew.
He somehow managed to stand himself up and stay up, in the process he knocked an empty bucket over that was next to the bed. He looked at the bedside table and saw a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He took 2 and downed the glass.
Once finishing he realized that he was stripped down to his boxers.
“Shit.” he muttered to himself. He had no idea where he was, and he heard the sound of someone moving around the kitchen.
He apprehensively made his way out of the room and down the short hall into the kitchen.
An audible sigh of relief left his lips as he saw a messy head of orange, black and silver hair standing in front of the stove cooking.
“Good morning.” Kitsuna called to the monkey, “How are you feeling?”
“Better now.” He said leaning against the wall taking his girlfriend in.
She was clad in baggy grey sweatpants that held loosely to her hips, and a black tank top that had ridden up her torso leaving her stomach, hips and lower back all exposed. Even though he couldn’t see it yet, Samon knew that that tank top was low cut and showing off her modest chest.
“So what happened?” He asked as he sat down at the table, still looking at her.
“You challenged Hajime to a drinking contest.” She started, “Coffee?”
“Yes please.” Samon replied.
“I’ll save you the details, but you won.” She said pouring him a cup as she faced him, Samon was correct in assuming she would have a fair amount of cleavage showing in that shirt, not that he minded.
“I dragged you home.” She then turned back to keep cooking, “Let’s just say I wasn’t happy with you. You thought I was going to leave you. You got a little mad. Then overly giddy and affectionate and stripped before we went to bed. No, we didn’t do anything just for the record. You then fell asleep not too long after.”
“And when did you get the bucket and water and all that?” Samon asked while sipping his coffee.
“After you passed out.” She told him, “I made sure you were asleep, turned you onto your side, got a bucket in case you were sick. I figured you’d want some water and aspirin when you got up. Oh, I also threw your cloths into the wash, which should be dry now, your jacket is on the back of the bathroom door. I spent the night on the couch.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Samon said sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to kick you out.”
Kitsuna shrugged and grabbed two plates to dish everything out.
“Doesn’t matter. Now eat up.” She said and turned around
In front of the monkey the fox placed a plate piled high with hashbrown, eggs, bacon and toast.
“It’s a little bit greasy.” She admitted, “But it’ll help you with your hang over.”
Samon wasn’t focused on his plate, he was focused more on the curly mess of hair that framed the pretty face he was so used to seeing.
“What?” Kitsuna asked, seeing her boyfriend ignore the food in front of him.
“You, just look really good like that is all.” He smiled at her.
Kitsuna’s face grew hot hearing his words. He was the only one who gave her compliments like this.
“Thanks.” She muttered, “Now shut up and eat.”