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Urge Overkill band members are fictional here.
SW cross-post.
It was after midnight when Nash opened his eyes and sat up on one bed. Hungry, he frowned until his bare feet were on the floor. He departed from his bedroom and paused by King's doorway. He looked into the dark bedroom.
King sobbed on one side and faced the doorway. He wore black pajamas with glasses as chin-length hair turned a bit grey recently.
Nash remembered King's recent injury from concerts. He went downstairs and into kitchens where he ate a few chocolate treats.
October moons were focused on after bedrooms were returned to.
Eventually zero injuries.
Nash smiled.
THE END