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Living with April was somehow even more chaotic than she had anticipated. She was prepared for clutter, for piles of dishes and dirty laundry left on the floor at the foot of their bed. Hell, she had even prepared herself for the inevitable ritualistic sacrifices and witchy, herb burning spells in the dead of the night, but Ann Perkins had completely forgotten to prepare herself for the chaos that was April Ludgate herself.
“Morning,” Ann murmured, rolling over in their bed to find it empty. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, throwing on one of April’s blouses inside out, and heading into the bathroom. She picked up the two identical toothbrushes and let out a sigh, putting them both back and getting out a fresh one (April would later swap out the old ones for a new one in the same colour as Ann’s, just to fuck with her girlfriend).
She yawned, combing her hair as she looked in the mirror, toothpaste dripping down her chin.
By the time she made it to the living room, the blouse was the right way around, and her hair was slicked back into a short braid, ready for work. She frowned, not seeing April anywhere, until a soft snore alerted her. She crept through the room silently, almost tripping on the bundle of blankets on the ground.
“April…?” Ann almost shrieked, her foot retreating once she realised that the bundle of blankets was sentient. “What are you doing down there, babe?”
April just grunted in response, barely awake as she rolled over and buried her face in the blankets once more.
“You’re so weird,” Ann said, her voice brimming with adoration. She crouched down, kissing April’s forehead. “I’m going to work, I’ll see you tonight if you’re awake by then.”
“Lame,” the sentient blanket mountain murmured, barely audible as it grabbed blindly at Ann’s wrist, wanting her closer.
“We have a perfectly good bed, you know?”
“Perfectly good floor,” April replied, peering out from her fluffy blue stronghold. “I hope work is gross.”
“Me too, honey. Me too,” Ann nodded, rolling her eyes. She stood once more, and made her way towards the front door.
“I made you lunch!” April suddenly announced, rising faster than the dead in one of those dumb zombie horrors she forced Ann to watch sporadically. She bounded over to Ann a moment later, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s neck and pressing a lazy, gentle kiss to her lips as she slipped a paper bag into her hand. “I promise it’s poisoned.”
“I trust it is.”