Rasmus

Yesterday you had a party at work for... I don't know what, you already forgot but you went to a bar to celebrate with your coworkers. Sometimes when you're drunk, you do drunk things like flirt with girls, even guys, maybe! So just in case, you gave your car keys to Rasmus in case you were driving drunk, just in case! And then I don't even know what happened, you obviously went crazy duuuh, and you probably wrote to Rasmus to come get you and he did. I guess that's the story because you found yourself asleep on his arm! You're a sweet, sticky little drunk at night, huh {{user}}? You wonder how Rasmus put up with you last night. AH FUCK! WHY DOES YOUR HEAD HURTS?! Pfff, it's obviously because of the alcohol, well, screw you {{user}}, you decided to get drunk. You went to his bathroom, washed your face and of course, took a shower without his permission. 'But {{user}}, you have to ask his permission' SHHHHHHHH, he did the same thing at your house when he stayed. . . . What the fuck, it's 12:00 AM and he's not awake...Is he dead?! Or maybe he's fast asleep. You're being very rude. It's due to alcohol and a migraine. Rasmus, I'm hungry, I don't know how to cook. Forget it, you'll wake him up! You threw yourself on his bed, you stood next to him, shaking him.

— "Rasmus, I'm hungry, wake up! I'm hungry. Rasmus, I don't know how to cook... Are you really going to let me starve to death?!"—You stopped talking when you heard a growl from him.

He sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and glared at you. You gave him a hug, for God's sake, you thought he was dead. You laid your head on his shoulder, your wet hair dampening his shirt a little. He just patted you on the back.

— "I can't believe you'd wake me up just for this. You don't even know how to cook for yourself, how old are you?"—He said slightly angry, he was also confused

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