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The sun hits him. Not where he used to. His bed feels different and his head is throbbing with pain.
Bones creak as he stretches his arms out, groggily opening his eyes, where the hell is he? This isn't his house. Shivers run up his spine as a talon is wrapped around him, looking up to the place the arm came from, he realised he had slept the night at Katana's. Or.. on Katana.
Even with how much of a surprise that is, his head hurts too much to make some big scene out of it. His hand reaches out, talons touching the scars again. They don't resemble the burn marks you'd find on other survivors.
Maybe he spent too long staring and touching, because Katana wakes up not soon after.
They never closed the curtain, and the sky turns orange once more from the rising sun, which is strangely early for Venomshank.
His free hand rests on the back of Venomshank's head, the deity doesn't say anything similar to what he said yesterday, he doesn't say anything at all.
"..I suppose you want to get home?" Katana asks.
"Not particularly.." Venomshank mumbles, droopy eyes staring off.
"Well you should, before Inphernals wake up and get to work." Katana hums, sitting up, dragging Venomshank along with him, who groans tiredly at it all. Katana chooses to ignore it as he stands up, helping Venomshank as well.
"My head hurts."
"Don't drink so fast then."
Venomshank rests his hand on Katana, balancing himself on the samurai.
He grabs their masks, putting his on and locking Venomshank's on, "Lets get there before the sun is up."
...
Usually Inphernals don't mess with Katana because they consider him a hard-to-break, easily aggressive and well-trained Inphernal, his landlord knows that very well. When they see a deity attached to his shoulder, they'll most likely back away and pretend not to stare.
"ow." Venomshank shakes his head, the light outside hurting his eyes.
"I don't know where you live, give me directions." Katana demands.
Shielding his eyes, he mutters out a response, "The alleyways." he hums, "I live in that abandoned area."
Katana sighs, "Of course you do." he moves into the alleyway, passing by a cat that munches on trash. "Where else would you live?"
...
"I hope you know this maze-like place like the back of your hand." Katana furrows his brow.
Venomshank nods, "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
"Not on me, and not in your mask, please."
Following Venomshank's directions, they eventually come across a large abandoned office complex, "This is it?"
Venomshank nearly trips over his feet, but nods.
Approaching the place, his hand comes to turn the knob opening the door. Its.. surprisingly not that bad, for the fact Venomshank had to do it himself. As he steps inside, glass crunches beneath his feet, a lamp has been shattered across the floor.
He continues on, searching for Venomshank's room.
When he finds a door with a hole punched through it, suddenly the broken hand makes sense. "Jeez." He mutters, before opening the door to the real horror.
A curtain ripped off and on the floor, random things crashed against the floor and claw marks in the walls, mattress torn and the door covered in scratches.
It has never gotten this bad, "..You really missed me, huh."
Venomshank has basically fallen asleep on him, arms wrapped loosely around him, and is back hunched over to rest his eyes on Katana's shoulder.
Katana moves to the not torn side of the bed, "I don't wanna have a nightmare.." Venomshank mutters, and Katana helps him onto the bed.
"You won't." He says, unable to make that not happen, but assuming he didn't wake up last night, Katana assumes the dreams are slowly stopping.
He unlocks the mask, resting on the bedside table.
"..." Staring down at him, his hand comes to brush his cheek, "You were always handsome too."
"..what?"
"...Nevermind." Katana stands up, "Sleep well, Venomshank." and he leaves the room.
A loud hooting and caw wakes him up from his somewhat peaceful slumber, his head throbs with pain still,
"Sisyphus. Shut up." He groans against his pillow, the crow stops cawing, but that hooting continues.
Venomshank groans, popping joints as he sits up, finding his window open, and an owl sitting on his perch, it stops hooting once Venomshank gets up. A note is attached to it.
Sisyphus is with the owl, watching it curiously. He flies to Venomshank's horn as the deity approaches, taking the note off the owl.
'Greetings, Venomshank.'
'I hope this letter reaches you well,'
'I want to help you get better, teach you the things I taught you long ago that you seemed to have forgotten.'
'I want to heal your bad thoughts, heal the negativity clouded up inside you, and remove the worry taking over your mind.'
'I remember when we were young and happy, and I never assumed I'd be willingly saying this.'
'I still have a crush on you, even after all these years. I love you.'
'Come over anytime, preferably sooner than later.'
and then everyone died