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"AAH!" howled Everett.

"HUH? What..? Everett?!" said Gerard in a slight panic. "You okay, buddy? Where the heck the are you..?"

Everett sighed, and groaned. "Yes, I'm okay.. I fell off the bed, and now I'm on the floor.." The wolf began to stretch, and grunt.

"Aaah, yes. I see, you did indeed fall onto the floor.." said Gerard. "Why?" asked the panther, in a rather playful tone as he peered over the right side of the bed, looking down at Everett.

Everett sighed what seemed to be a sort of bitter sigh as he sat up, "I don't know, Gerard.." Everett looked down, sighing again. He was rather embarrassed.

"Wull.. it's okay that you did, Ev.. Evy.. Buddy.." said Gerard. "Pal!" he exclaimed loudly, and laughed as he adjusted more towards Everett, and pat his head. "You're just not used to having someone sleep in your bed with you, man. You slept really, really close to the edge of the bed for a majority of the night."

Everett grumbled aloud as his head got pat. With a sharp inhale and exhale he turned himself around, and smiled at Gerard. Both of them now staring into eachothers tired eyes. "You're right. Though I really wanted to be draped all over that incredibly scrumptious body." said the wolf, winking and nipping at him. He chuckles and gets up, fluttering out the bedroom and into the kitchen, leaving Gerard with a dropped jaw.

"Hold on." said Gerard, chasing after the fully clothed wolf. "What was that?" he asked.

Everett turns around with an opened jar of peanut butter, and a large celery stick. He scoops some of the peanut butter out with the celery. "That was me flirting with you." said Everett, chomping on the celery happily, his tail flopping against the cabinet doors below him.

"That wasn't flirting! Flirting is.. Uh.. Flirting is more, like.." said Gerard, fumbling his words and thoughts around. His cheeks grew a little red, now flustered as he can't find words.

"No, it was flirting. Just very aggressive flirting!" said the wolf after he swallows the food in his mouth. He scoops more peanut butter on the celery stick and offers it to Gerard. "Would you like some?"

Gerard's ears flicker and his eyes widen, nodding his head quickly. "Yes, please!" He walks forward more, and sticks his neck out to chomp down on the celery. He pulls back and starts to chew, stopping after a second. Gerard freezes up, and has an uncomfortable face. He looks at Everett as if he's saying "Why?"

"What? It's celery, and peanut butter." said Everett.

Gerard shook his head, and pointed at the jar of peanut butter. He gently takes it out of Everett's possession and looks it. He looks at Everett in betrayal and defeat, handing the jar back to him.

"Oh my.. Crunchy? You don't like crunchy peanut butter? It tastes no different!" said Everett, defensively.

Gerard shook his head and went to the kitchen sink. He scraped it off of his tongue and into the sink. "Ick! Never again, not ever again!" he said, look at Everett still with a bit of betrayal. The wolf smiles, scoops some peanut butter out with the celery that's left and chomps down on it. Gerard stares before he breaks the small silence. "Psychopath."

Everett sets the jar of peanut butter down, floating into his bedroom. "Says the guy who is currently in just his underwear in someone else's home!" He steps out of his room with an outfit, and a towel in his arms. "I'm going to get ready for the day. Do we need to go back to your place for you to get ready, or do you not mind wearing the same clothes?"

"I mean, I could wear your clothes instead. Aw, that would be cute wouldn't it?" cooed Gerard, making kissing faces towards Everett.

Everett quickly covers his face with the clothes, and towels. "Do what you please. If it fits you, and you like it? Wear it, I guess." says the wolf. He bolts into the bathroom, and shuts the door.

Gerard waits for Everett to turn on the water, and as soon as he hears the water running he quickly makes his way into Everett's closet. He's met with a rather expansive closet that is complemented by a colorful wardrobe. His eyes go wide as he looks at the selection-- it was like a rainbow! He began to explore his options, eventually picking something he liked. He was a bit more muscular than Everett, but nothing a bit of sucking in can't fix!

"Alright, you can have your shower now!" said Everett, walking into the bedroom. "Did you find anything you can wear?"

Gerard turns to him, "Yes. Also! These clothes don't seem like something you would wear."

Everett sighs, "Yeah.. I really like to have color in my life, but I really don't wear these clothes in public. Just stick to my blacks, and greys.." Everett walks over to his dirty clothes hamper, tossing his clothes from the night before into it, and then setting the wet towel on top of them. He turns to Gerard, "It's a confidence thing, you know? I don't get out much- I tend to recluse.. Which isn't good, but it's just something I can't seem to kick yet.."

Gerard gives a pouting face for a moment, and then straightens back out. "Well, you would probably look really good in them, or something." he says in a low mumbly tone. He closes his eyes and then opens them wide again, "Not that you don't look good, you know.. Now! You look fine. You look great, but ma-"

"Go have your shower, you big idiot!" barks Everett.

Gerard quickly complies and makes his way to the bathroom, turning on the water seconds later. Everett laughs to himself quietly, sitting down on his unmade bed. He kicks his feet in thought as he stares into his closet. He stops kicking his feet and lets the rest of his body fall onto the bed. "Is this moving too fast?" he says quietly to himself. "Come on, man.. You don't even know this guy. This is too fast! Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out!" After many moments of arguing with himself he finally sits up. "Fuck it!" he shouts, "Gerard, do you wanna go out on a date?"

Gerard shouts back even louder, "I thought that's what today was!" He turns off the water and continues, ".. but to humor you: I would love to go out on a date with you!"

Everett bounces on his bed in excitement, clapping his hands together lightly. He finally felt confident-- like a newfound glory.