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Hai Kuan woke up to the sound of a flurry of rain pattering against the window. He yawned sleepily as he rubbed his eyes and got used to the slightly overcast array of colours that slipped in between the curtains, giving the bedroom a greyish hue. Beside him, the blankets were turned up, and he noticed that the door was ajar. He looked at the digital clock on his right-side table. 7:37 AM. It’s too early for a Sunday, why am I awake…, he groaned internally. Hai Kuan decided to bury himself more under the blankets with only half his head uncovered to continue snoozing.
A few moments later, he sensed a light movement beside him and felt soft fur against his nose. He opened his eyes and was immediately stared down by a pair of feline eyes, silently judging him. He swore he could smell the scent of fresh tuna, making him narrow his eyes. Egg Tart just looked back at him, unconcerned. Sighing, he puckered his lips for a fishy kiss. Egg Tart looked at him with a bored look but turned her head so his lips landed on the side of her head.
They both turned towards the door when they heard it opening. Zhuo Cheng strolled in with two cups of water and placed them on the left-side table. Hai Kuan noticed Zhuo Cheng had put on his white singlet with a pair of dark-coloured pajama pants.
“Egg Tart, did you wake Kuan-gege up? Naughty child.” Zhuo Cheng whispered, with an expression of both exasperation and fondness, as he reached out to pull her to him while laying down on his side.
“It’s okay, I was already half awake. Did you wake up to feed her?” Hai Kuan yawned the question out.
“Yes, she was scratching at the door, already begging for breakfast at this ungodly hour. It’s no wonder that she’s so fluffy. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking treats at her when you think I’m not looking, Kuan-ge.” Zhuo Cheng said as he rolled his eyes at Hai Kuan’s grin.
“I can’t help it. She knows I’m weak for her Puss-in-Boots look. I also can’t say no to Her Royal Highness when she gives me a haughty look, demanding this humble servant to indulge her.” Hai Kuan countered.
“Yes yes, you spoil her. Go and finish your food, you ball of fur.” Zhuo Cheng lifted Egg Tart off the bed and placed her outside the bedroom before closing it.
Zhuo Cheng turned and stared at Hai Kuan who was staring at him from under the blankets, still with only half of his head out. Zhuo Cheng suddenly felt sleepy looking at how comfy Hai Kuan was. He slid back into bed and under the blankets, turning so his back was against Hai Kuan’s chest. Hai Kuan’s arms automatically slid around him, with his face against Zhuo Cheng’s head, inhaling his familiar scent. Zhuo Cheng could feel Hai Kuan's light breathing against his skin, which gave him mild goose bumps. Hai Kuan was already half asleep, but he lazily placed a few soft kisses on Zhuo Cheng’s nape, meant to soothe and comfort.
With the melancholic weather paired with the warm feeling surrounding him, Zhuo Cheng closed his eyes with a small smile on his face. What a perfect Sunday morning, he thought as he slid into a dreamless catnap.