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It was decently late into the night when Guest and Chance both arrived at their home. Chance, a few hours prior, had gone drinking and was definitely more than just a little buzzed. Guest had to drag him home, driving the man and supporting his weight as they made it to the door. The tired Guest and stumbling Chance made their way into the house, but they both stilled soon after. Chance wasn't sure why, he was too drunk out of his mind. Guest however, had stopped in his tracks as he was focused on Elliot. Elliot was on the couch. He had his collar on and was curled snugly in his blankie; sound asleep. Guest's gruff face curls up into that of a soft smile. He quietly walks over to the couch, letting Chance lay down next to the sleeping pup. Guest tucks some of Elliot's hair behind his ear, who starts to shift around a little. Guest stares at him with warm and happy eyes as he wiggles off his exhaustion.
"Hey there pup.." he hummed as he pet Elliot "did you fall asleep on the couch, baby?"
Elliot nodded before he crawled (or more accurately, pounced) onto Guest's chest. The taller man let out a tiny huff of surprise as his hand found it's way to Elliot's fluffy curls. "Well someone's excited to see us." He comments. Elliot licks at the stubble on Guest's chin, who giggles. "Alright pup, I think we gotta get heading to bed, yeah?" Guest said, ruffling the boy's hair. His attention turns to Chance, who whines and leans his weight onto Elliot. The veteran frowns a little, scooting closer to Chance. "Hey, hey.. what's wrong Chance? Alcohol bothering you?" He asks with concern, resting his hand onto Chance's forehead.
"mmmh.. feel yucky 'n s'eepy.." Chance slurred, drooling onto his shirt. Guest sighed, wiping down his lover's chin. "Alright bud.. how about you stay here with Elli while I get you some medicine, okay?" Chance groggily nods, cuddling into the warmth that is Elliot. The pup yawns, nuzzling back into Chance. Guest shortly returns with a sippy cup of nice, cold water and a tablet of aspirin. He taps at Chance's chin. "Hey, c'mere bubs, we gotta get you this medicine before we can all go have some nice big cuddles." He smiles as Chance opens his mouth, and he assists in giving the pill. Once Chance gulps it down, Guest is quick to pick him into his arms. Bouncing the drunken man on his hip, Guest stares down at Elliot. "You need to be carried at all pup?" Elliot sleepily shaked his head, hopping down from the couch. Guest cooed a soft 'big stretch!' as Elliot stretched out his sleepy body. He trailed sleepily after Guest as they moved into their bedroom. The veteran watched as Elliot pounced up onto the bed. He circled around on the mattress before finally picking a spot to settle. "Hi there bud.. I'm gonna go help Chance here get ready for bed. Can you be a good boy and wait here for us?" Guest questions, softly patting Elliot's head. Elliot, who was growing more drowsy by the minute, nodded with a tiny yawn. "That's my boy." Guest smiles.
Once the two return from the bathroom, Chance was donned with silky, shark print pyjamas. Guest placed him down next to Elliot, and they curled close to the puppy. Elliot sniffed Chance's face, the scent of minty toothpaste mixed with the lingering hard liquor emanating from their breath. He perked up again when Guest approached the two, getting under the covers.
"Alright sleepyheads.. I got your pacis if you want them- oh!" Guest made a noise of surprise as Elliot crawled over him and lay on the opposite side. Chance whined, more than halfway to dreamland. Guest hands them the pacifier, and they use their remaining energy to pop it into their mouth and curl up to their partner. Elliot does the same, nudging his head toward Guest with big pleading eyes. "Aw.. I got a sweet puppy here. Whatcha need, hm? What are you giving me those big old eyes for, baby?" He cooes. Elliot makes a biting motion, and Guest hums in faux-thought. "Ohh, your teether huh? Well it's a good thing that.." Guest trails off for dramatic effect, fishing out the teether from his pocket. It was secure in a small plastic box, shielding it from germs and gunk. Elliot gasps, as if his papa was a mindreader. Guest chuckles, unboxing the teether and handing it to his pup. He gives him a headpat and a small whisper of 'good boy' before leaning over to turn off the bedside lamp. He sighs contently as he sinks into bed, sandwiched between his two regressed partners. Chance's brow slowly unfurls as they drift into a deep, drunken sleep. Elliot yawns, baring puppy fangs. His arm stretches over Guest's belly to interlock his hand with Chance's, who subconsciously holds hands in return. Guest pets Elliot's head, yawning as well.
"Night kiddo.. love you."