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The room was warm, the light from the hazy late summer sun streaming through the window, creating ribbons of light where you could see dust floating through the air.
The TV was playing some baking show, the volume low. The air smelled home-y, if you could call it that. The way that everybody's home smells different. To the two sitting together on the bed together, it was familiar and comforting, like a book you've read a million times, or a warm hug from your parent as they picked you up from school as a child.
Red Son didn't live here, but he was around so much, he might as well. MK's room felt so safe to him now. it was surprising, and a bit scary, if he was being honest. He'd never expected to become so close with this stupid noodle boy, but he had a way of worming his way into the heart of almost everyone he knew.
Red Son was sitting in front of MK, resting his chin on the others shoulder, his back facing the TV. his eyes were closed, his arms wrapped around MK's torso. MK faced the TV, messing with Red Son's hair as he watched the baking show, pressing soft kisses into his hair every once in a while.
It was a lovely afternoon.