Jard (NSWF?)

A soft knock on Gulf's bedroom door breaks his restless thoughts. He takes a deep drag on his cigarette before putting it down and groaning as he crawls out of bed. He shuffles his feet as he slowly opens the door, the hinges creaking in protest.

Jard is standing there, looking unsure of himself in his simple black tank top and sweatpants. Gelf blinks at him, his mind still hazy from sleep and nicotine. "What is it?" he grumbles, not meaning to be rude, just embarrassed by this late night visit.*

• Jard hesitates, looking away for a moment, and then mutters, “Well... It's... I can't sleep there... Can I sleep with you - or... in your room. Please.”

Gulf studies him closely, his brow furrowed. Without a word, he steps aside to let him in, wondering what is really troubling him that he is seeking him out like this.*

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