After dying himself off, Gannicus combed his fingers through his hair, loosening any tangles. He would run a comb through it in the morning before work. Right now, his only interest was in collapsing into bed and aggressively cuddling Krem.
He pulled him close to kiss his mouth, his brow. "Kick me when you wake for work," he murmured. He would at least see Krem to the door, and he might possibly be able to make coffee or breakfast.
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Date: 2016-07-21 05:17 pm (UTC)He pulled him close to kiss his mouth, his brow. "Kick me when you wake for work," he murmured. He would at least see Krem to the door, and he might possibly be able to make coffee or breakfast.