Submission (#75) Approved

Content warning!!: brief mention of drugs and sex toys.
Word count: 500+
Total extra: 12 carats


Klawd slowly rose to consciousness, not wanting to open his eyes and admit he was awake. His head was spinning, he felt like he was trapped on a roller coaster. Groaning slightly he slightly opened his good eye, peeking to see if he could piece together where he was. What happened last night? There were costumes, mountains of candy consumed, also mountains of drugs and alcohol as well. As the memories come flooding back he can understand why he feels he was hit by a mochi mallet. Peeking around the room he noticed a recurring theme in here. One, it’s not his. Two, everything is plush and soft. Three. Everything is a dusty pink color or white. Roses and thorns everywhere. He turned to his companion in bed, he was still fast asleep, curled up on his side of the bed like a kit. Briar was quite cute when he slept, cute any time but especially when he’s sleeping.
Klawd’s stomach turned and he laid back and closed his eye again. He wasn’t quite ready to move, the world spinning faster and faster and he put a hand to his head and the other to his stomach. Was the party really worth this?..... I mean, yes, but he would still like the pain to stop.
He sat up slowly, trying both not to jog his body too much or to wake Briar. Feeling his way around, his hand found some silk curtains that enclosed the bed on each end, the soft fabric felt cold and soft against his hand as he slid it out of the way. He opened both of his eyes, blinking the sleep and blur away. He stumbled his way through the room, stepping on all of the toys from the night before. Straps, ropes, whips, plugs, and various bottles of helpful liquids and oils were littered all over the floor. It was like a minefield trying to get out without tripping on something. Making his way through the doorframe he felt a sense of accomplishment. He made his way to the Keurig he put in a fresh pod and pressed the on button. There was no cup in place, but he quickly found a bottle of Kahlua and poured it into two large glasses, leaving a third of the classes empty. As the Keurig started to sputter, he put one glass under the spigot at a time, filling them up to almost the brim. As he waited for the machine to turn itself off he grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the cupboard and grabbed the two glasses and made his way back to the bedroom. Walking through the minefield a little bit easier as he was more awake. He put his drink on the bedside table and plopped down in bed, scooting closer to Briar as he woke him slightly.
Briar groaned, probably feeling a similar pain and hangover as Klawd. Briar opened his eyes and turned to Klawd, a cute soft smile crossed his lips as he greeted him. Klawd leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “Good morning, Sweets. I made you breakfast.” Klawd said, handing him his cup of coffee (liquor) and the pill bottle. Briar took the bottle and cup and smiled up at Klawd taking his breakfast from him happily.