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Living with Sharp was like sharing a dorm with a loud notification you couldn’t turn off.

Jude figured that out within the first week.

The apartment itself was small, a cramped off-campus place with questionable plumbing, mismatched furniture, and a kitchen that looked like it had seen several generations of college-induced suffering. Somehow, despite the limited space, Sharp managed to take up all of it at once. There was always noise. Music playing from someone’s speaker, Sharp talking to himself while studying, Sharp arguing with videos online like the people could hear him, Sharp dramatically falling onto the couch like the world had personally wronged him.

Jude coped by pretending he didn’t care.

“You’re loud.” he said one morning, staring flatly from the kitchen as Sharp yelled at his laptop.

“I think you meant to say that I’m passionate.” Sharp corrected without looking up.

“You’re a public disturbance.”

“Well you’re emotionally constipated.”

Jude’s ears flattened slightly. “That’s not even related.”

“Yes it is!”

They stared at each other across the room like it was a duel.

Sharp broke first, going back to his screen, muttering under his breath about unfair game mechanics. Jude huffed quietly and turned back to making coffee, tail flicking once in irritation.

This happened every day.

They argued about dishes. About whose turn it was to buy groceries. About the thermostat. About whether cereal counted as dinner. Somehow every conversation turned into a fight that wasn’t actually a fight, more like background noise to their shared existence.

And yet, despite the constant chaos, they’d fallen into a rhythm.

Sharp was loud but reliable; he always remembered deadlines and somehow dragged Jude along with him. Jude pretended to be annoyed by everything but quietly fixed things when Sharp forgot: loose cabinet hinges, broken chargers, random tech problems that appeared out of nowhere.

Neither of them acknowledged it.

One evening, Sharp walked into the living room and stopped dead.

“Why is my notebook organized.”

Jude didn’t look up from the couch. “Because it was physically painful to look at.”

“You rearranged my tabs.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That’s a violation.”

“No it isn't??”

Sharp squinted at him. “You act like you don’t care, but you’re literally nesting.”

“I am not nesting,” Jude said immediately, ears twitching.

There was a suspiciously well-organized pile of blankets on his side of the couch.

Sharp smirked. “Your ears just moved.”

“They always move.”

“Not like that.”

Jude threw a pillow at him.

Sharp laughed, dodging it easily, and the noise filled the tiny apartment in a way that made it feel less cramped somehow. Jude clicked his tongue and looked away, pretending not to notice the stupid grin on Sharp’s face.

Living together was chaotic. Loud. Very unbearable.

And somehow… normal.

Which was probably why, when Sharp burst into the apartment later that week waving his phone and announcing, “Tai’s throwing a party tonight! We’re going.” Jude didn’t answer right away.

He just stared at Sharp over the back of the couch like he was trying to calculate how much effort it would take to pretend he hadn’t heard him at all. His ears angled back slightly — not fully annoyed yet, but clearly heading in that direction — and his expression settled into the specific blank look that usually meant he was preparing a refusal.

“No.” he said finally.

Sharp groaned dramatically, throwing his head back like he’d been personally wounded. “You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did.” Jude replied, completely serious. “For three seconds. The answer is still no.”

“You can’t just stay inside forever,” Sharp argued, leaning forward like this was a moral issue.

“I absolutely can ” Jude said calmly. “Watch me.”

Sharp flopped onto the couch next to him hard enough that Jude nearly slid off his spot. “It’s not even a big thing.” he complained. “Tai’s hosting. Literally everyone’s going.”

“That sounds like a reason not to go.” Jude said flatly.

Sharp turned toward him with narrowed eyes. “You need social interaction.”

“I interact with you,” Jude replied instantly. “And that’s already too much.”

Jude’s tail flicked lazily against the cushion, which Sharp recognized as a sign that he wasn’t fully serious yet — annoyed, yes, but not shutting the conversation down completely. Sharp leaned in a little, sensing an opening.

“You complain about being bored.” he pointed out.

“I complain about you being loud.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“It is not.” Jude said, offended on principle.

Sharp sighed heavily like a disappointed parent. “Listen. You don’t have to stay long. We show up, grab food, pretend to socialize, leave. Easy.”

Jude looked unconvinced, ears twitching once. “That’s never how it goes.”

“It will this time.” Sharp said confidently.

“That sounds like a lie.”

“No it's not bro!” Sharp yelled, eyebrows twitching.

Jude narrowed his eyes, clearly debating whether continuing the argument was worth the energy. His foot tapped lightly against the floor while he thought, and Sharp immediately recognized the rhythm. That meant he was considering it.

He pressed his advantage.

“Also,” Sharp added casually, like it wasn’t important, “Tai said there’s free food.”

Jude’s ears twitched.

Sharp noticed instantly. “Aha.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Jude said quickly.

“It means you’re thinking about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Jude glared at him, which honestly only proved the point further. The silence stretched for a moment before he finally sighed like the universe itself was exhausting him. “Fine,” he muttered. “But we’re not staying long.”

Sharp grinned, satisfied. Victory.

“Deal.”

~~~

Getting ready turned into its own disaster. Sharp was halfway dressed and running around the apartment searching for something he swore he’d seen five minutes earlier, while Jude sat on the edge of his bed staring at his closet like it had personally betrayed him. Clothes were scattered everywhere — mostly Sharp’s doing — and the apartment felt even smaller with both of them trying to get ready at the same time.

“What’s taking you so long?” Sharp shouted from the living room.

“I’m deciding how much effort this deserves,” Jude called back.

“It’s a party, bro, not a formal gathering.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

Sharp leaned into Jude’s doorway, and stopped mid-step.

Jude had changed into something simple, but somehow it looked unfairly good on him. Sleeves rolled just enough to look intentional, hair pushed back slightly, ears relaxed instead of guarded. He looked put together without trying too hard, which somehow made it worse.

Sharp blinked. “Oh.”

Jude glanced up immediately, suspicious. “What?”

“Nothing.” Sharp said too quickly.

Jude narrowed his eyes. “You look weird.”

“I look normal.”

“You made that face.”

“What face?”

“That one.”

Sharp turned away instantly. “Just hurry up.”

Jude watched him for another second before standing and grabbing his jacket, tail flicking once in mild annoyance. “You’re the one who wanted to go.” he muttered.

“And you’re the one taking forever.” Sharp shot back.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They left the apartment bickering the entire way down the stairs, their usual rhythm falling into place so naturally neither of them thought about it. Somewhere between the teasing and complaints, walking side by side felt weirdly normal, like going together had always been the plan instead of something Sharp had forced five minutes ago.

By the time they reached Tai’s place, music was already shaking the walls, loud enough that Jude visibly hesitated at the door. His ears twitched nervously, scanning the noise inside like it was a threat.

Sharp glanced at him. “You good?”

Jude sighed. “No.”

“Cool.” Sharp grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside anyway.

And that was the moment everything started going wrong.

The inside of Tai’s house hit them like a wall.

Music pounded through the floor, loud enough that Jude could feel it in his chest before he fully stepped inside. Lights flickered across crowded rooms, conversations overlapping into a constant blur of noise, laughter, and shouting that made his ears twitch nervously. People moved everywhere — past them, around them, pressing shoulder to shoulder — and Jude instinctively hesitated near the doorway like he was calculating the fastest escape route.

“This is terrible.” he muttered under his breath, as he raised his arms to press his ears flat on his head.

Sharp, already scanning the room for familiar faces, nudged him forward. “You’re fine. Just don’t think about it too much.”

“That’s not how thinking works.”

Before Sharp could answer, Tai appeared out of nowhere, somehow louder than the music itself. “You made it!” he shouted, clapping Sharp on the shoulder before turning to Jude with visible surprise. “And you actually brought him. I thought he'd dip, bro.”

“I was forced.” Jude deadpanned, with Sharp nodding in agreement.

Tai laughed like that was the expected answer and immediately shoved two plastic cups into their hands. “Here, it's a welcome drink.” he said, already backing away. “Don’t leave early!”

Jude stared at the cup suspiciously as Tai disappeared into the crowd again. The liquid inside was bright and questionably colorful.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Something probably illegal.” Sharp said casually. “Just sip it.”

That didn’t help.

They drifted toward the kitchen where it was slightly quieter, or at least quieter enough to hear each other without yelling. Sharp greeted people along the way, getting pulled into quick conversations and jokes, while Jude trailed half a step behind, trying not to look overwhelmed. His ears flicked every few seconds, reacting to sudden bursts of sound or laughter nearby.

He took a cautious sip.

It was… surprisingly good.

Sweet, almost fruity, with barely any hint of alcohol. Definitely not as bad as he’d expected. He glanced down at the cup again, mildly betrayed by how easy it went down, and took another sip without thinking.

Sharp looked over mid-conversation. “You good?”

Jude nodded. “It just tastes like juice.”

Sharp frowned slightly. “That’s usually a bad sign.”

But someone pulled Sharp’s attention away again before he could explain further. Jude was left standing near the counter, watching people move around the room while absently sipping his drink. The noise didn’t feel quite as overwhelming anymore, maybe he was just getting used to it, or maybe the drink was helping take the edge off the constant buzzing in his head.

Either way, he felt a little more relaxed.

His shoulders loosened. His ears stopped twitching quite so much.

The cup emptied faster than he expected.

He blinked down at it, surprised, then looked up just as someone passed by with a tray of drinks. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed another.

This one tasted even better.

Across the room, Sharp laughed at something someone said, unaware that Jude had already taken several easy swallows and was leaning casually against the counter like this was completely normal for him.

Jude glanced around the party again, feeling warmer now, the lights softer around the edges.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

Jude didn’t really notice when he wandered out of the kitchen.

At some point the crowd got louder, or maybe his brain just stopped wanting to process it. He drifted through the hallway on instinct, holding his cup carefully like it was the most important thing in the world, until the living room opened up in front of him. The lights were dimmer here, the music more distant, and right in the middle of it all sat a couch that looked unbelievably soft.

Jude stared at the couch for a second, eyes half-lidded as he tried to decide if it looked soft enough to risk. The music from the other room thumped lazily through the walls, and the lights were just dim enough that he didn’t have to care about anyone watching him. Without thinking, he flopped onto the couch, sprawling sideways with a dramatic sigh of relief, completely ignoring the small bump beneath him.

“Oof! Dude!”

Parker shot upright, blinking wildly and waving his arms like he’d just survived a minor disaster. “What the hell—” His words caught mid-curse when he realized who was sitting on him. “…Oh. Jude?” He froze for a second, and then a grin spread across his face. “I literally almost screamed at someone, but nope. Just you. My favorite troublemaker.”

“Uh… Hi Parker.” Jude mumbled, ears drooping a little as he scrambled to shift sideways, cup clutched in one hand like it might save him from the impending chaos. He tried to make it look like he’d just been casually lounging, but Parker wasn’t buying it. “I didn’t see you there!”

“Uh-huh.” Parker said, smirking and flopping back into the cushions like he was king of the couch. “Sure, accident. Totally didn’t see me. I’ll let it slide, lucky for you, I’m feeling generous tonight.”

Jude let out a small laugh, tail flicking lazily as he leaned back beside him, trying to sink into the couch without hitting Parker again.

Parker rolled onto his back and let his arms fall across the cushions, already halfway sprawling into a mess of hair and limbs. “So… what’s the plan now? Sit here like idiots, drink in hand, pretending we’re social?” He laughed, eyes half-closed, clearly not expecting an answer.

“Obviously.” Jude said, flopping back more fully, letting the cushions swallow him as he set his cup down beside him.

Parker nodded, raising his cup lazily. Jude clinked his against it, both of them grinning, sloppy and warm and too drunk, while the party buzzed around them and faded into background noise. They didn’t care. Not about the music, not about anyone else; just the couch, the drinks, and their perfectly chaotic little world.

Eventually, the laughter ran out. The music from the other room thumped lazily, the party still buzzing, but Jude and Parker were too comfortable on the couch to care. They just leaned back against the cushions, sipping slowly, swaying a little, and staring off into space.

After a long beat, Jude let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m bored.” His tail flicked lazily against the couch like punctuation.

Parker blinked at him, head lolling slightly. “Bored? At a party?” His voice was a little slurred, but curious.

“Yeah.” Jude stretched, arms over his head, ears drooping. “Everything’s loud. People are dumb. Drinks are… fine, I guess. But I’m bored.”

Parker grinned slowly, the kind of mischievous grin that usually meant trouble. “Wanna… find something to do?” He tapped his fingers against the cushion in mock seriousness.

Jude’s eyes lit up a little. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

It took a moment for them to actually get moving. Parker swung his legs over the couch, nearly tripping on the way up, and Jude stumbled behind him, drink in hand, both of them wobbling down the hall like unsteady toddlers. “Where are we going?” Jude asked, giggling at the way Parker exaggerated every step.

“I don't even know, bro.” Parker said, slurring his words slightly, a little too confident in the vagueness. “Let’s just walk ‘till we find something interesting.”

After a few more staggered steps, something caught Parker's eyes. He opened the door to a room, kind of a spare room, half messy, half empty, but perfect for whatever dumb idea had just popped into his head. He gestured dramatically. “Here we are! Adventure room!”

Jude squinted, taking it all in. “Adventure room?”

“Yeah.” Parker said, already moving toward a closet against the far wall. “We need… supplies.” He swung the door open and started digging through piles of clothes with unrestrained excitement, throwing random shirts and jackets onto the bed. “We should dress each other up.”

Jude blinked, trying not to topple over from standing too close to Parker while he rifled through the closet like a tornado. “…Dress each other up?”

“Yes!” Parker said, holding up a wildly patterned jacket and flinging it at Jude. “This one. Perfect. You’ll look amazing.” He dug deeper, pulling out scarves, hats, and random accessories. “Ohhh, and this! And this! And—” He stopped suddenly, holding something long and ridiculous. “Oh my god. This is essential.”

Jude laughed, letting himself sink onto the bed as Parker continued tossing things at him. “You’re insane.”

“That’s a compliment.” Parker said proudly, rummaging even faster. “Come on, we’re gonna make the greatest outfits ever.”

Jude shook his head, giggling and grabbing random pieces that landed near him, tail flicking lazily against the bed. “I feel like this is a terrible idea.”

“The best ideas always are.” Parker said, throwing a hat onto his own head crookedly and grinning. “Now hurry up. Fashion waits for no one!”

Parker dug into the closet in the room like it was a treasure chest waiting to be raided. He pulled out jackets, scarves, hats, and random pieces of clothing that looked like they belonged in a costume shop more than a bedroom. Every time he found something new, he held it up dramatically, spinning it in the air before flinging it onto the bed with a flourish. Clothes tumbled in chaotic piles, some landing on Jude, some on the floor, but neither of them seemed to care. Parker grinned at the mess like it was the most important discovery of his life, clearly thrilled by the absurdity of it all.

Then his hand froze mid-grab, eyes widening in mock awe. “Wait. Ohhh… these.” He held up a few skirts, bright, patterned, and utterly ridiculous, waving them around like they were some kind of stolen treasure. “We should totally wear these. We'll look… cute.”

Jude blinked slowly, trying to process what Parker was holding while his brain swirled lazily from the alcohol. “…Skirts?” he repeated, squinting at him. “Why… why are there skirts in this closet?” His tail flicked nervously against the bed, and one ear twitched sideways in disbelief, but he didn’t move to protest, mostly because he didn’t have the energy to.

Parker shrugged casually, clearly unconcerned with logic or reason. “Beats me. Whosever they are, I don’t care. Cute is cute. We’re wearing them. Come on, it’s perfect.” He tossed one toward Jude, letting it land haphazardly on the floor before rummaging deeper into the closet, emerging with hats, scarves, and a ridiculous feather boa. “Look at all this stuff! We’re about to create the most legendary outfits ever!”

Jude sank back into the pile of clothes on the bed, trying to think straight enough to argue but realizing quickly it was pointless. His fingers lazily grabbed at a skirt, tugging it toward him. “I feel like I should ask questions,” he said slowly, voice slurred just slightly, “but at this point… do I even care?”

“Exactly,” Parker said, grinning wildly, tossing another skirt at Jude like it was a frisbee. “We’re drunk, and we're at a party. Just try it on! Trust me, it’ll be amazing.” He flopped onto the bed next to Jude, half-sprawled over a pile of scarves, already holding two hats and a glittery glove like props for their first masterpiece.

Jude groaned, laughing, tail flicking lazily as he tugged the skirt over his lap. “You’re insane.” he muttered, half-serious, half-giggling.

“The best people are.” Parker said immediately, smirking like he’d won some invisible trophy. “Now hurry up, Jude. The runway isn’t gonna strut itself. We’ve got work to do!”

Jude shook his head, laughing again, tugging another random piece of fabric onto himself while Parker continued raiding the closet like a kid in a candy store. “This is gonna be a disaster.” he said, but it came out more as a giggle than a warning.

“Exactly!” Parker cheered, throwing another hat onto his own head crookedly, tossing a scarf over his shoulder, and waving a feather boa like a victory flag. “Disasters are fun! Disasters are the best!”

And just like that, the two of them descended fully into chaotic, sloppy fun — drunk, ridiculous, and inseparable — surrounded by a mountain of someone else’s clothes, completely unconcerned with normalcy, fully embracing the mess and the absurdity of it all.

Jude sat on the edge of the bed, skirt draped over his lap, trying to figure out how to even make it work. “I… don’t know how to…” he muttered, tail flicking nervously. His ears twitched, draping awkwardly over his head like antennas of embarrassment. “It’s… too weird.”

Parker grinned, already half tangled in a feather boa. “Of course you don’t. That’s why I’m here. Watch and learn.” He grabbed the skirt and started tugging it over Jude’s pants, fumbling a little as he tried to smooth it down. “There. One leg… okay, the other leg… perfect. Oh my god, this is ridiculous.”

Jude giggled, wiggling as Parker tried to adjust the waistband. “Stop laughing at me!” he protested, ears flicking sideways. “I… I can do this myself!”

“You can’t,” Parker said immediately, smirking, “and that’s why this is amazing. Just… hold still.” He patted the waistband into place, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Ta-da! Nailed it.”

Jude’s tail flicked against Parker’s arm, making Parker laugh even harder. “Oh my god, your tail is the best accessory ever! I can’t—”

“Stop.” Jude said, laughing, “it’s moving on its own!”

Parker ignored him, rummaging through the pile of clothes on the bed for more chaos fuel. He grabbed a silly hat and held it above Jude’s head. “And now… the pièce de résistance!”

Jude’s ears immediately shot straight up. “Uh… Parker, I don’t think—”

“Shhh, trust me, it’ll look good.” Parker leaned in and tried to tug the hat onto Jude’s head, but the ears refused to cooperate, sticking straight up and flopping the hat off every time. “What the— ugh! Your ears are sabotaging me!”

Jude laughed so hard he nearly tipped over. “I told you!”

“Fine, fine.” Parker said, giving up on the hat for now, tossing it onto the bed beside him. “We’ll come back to this later. Can’t let ears ruin fashion.” He dug through more scarves, gloves, and ridiculous accessories, throwing them onto Jude with the precision of a chaotic drunk.

By the time they were done, both of them were a messy tangle of skirts-over-pants, scarves, feather boas, and glittery nonsense. Jude’s skirt was slightly crooked, ears twitching nervously, and Parker was laughing so hard he could barely stay upright.

“Look at us,” Jude said, voice thick with laughter, tail flicking lazily. “We are… absolute disasters.”

“Exactly,” Parker said, raising his arms in triumph. 

Jude laughed again, leaning back against Parker. “I… don’t even care.”

“That’s the spirit!” Parker said, grinning like a king surveying his kingdom of chaos. His grin very quickly turned mischievous as he began to pull something else out of the closet. “And guess what else I found in here?..”

Jude tilted his head, “What?”

Parker smiled, giggling as he pulled out lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, almost every single existing makeup product. “Makeup!”

Jude blinked, once. Twice. Three times. Then he gulped, “Shit.”

~~~

Sharp weaved through the crowded living room, sidestepping people who were waving drinks, bumping into someone attempting a questionable dance move, and narrowly avoiding a spilled plate of chips. He kept scanning over heads, trying to pick out the familiar floppy ears and slightly annoyed expression he knew so well, but Jude was nowhere to be seen.

He muttered under his breath, tugging at the strap of his bag. “…Where the hell did he go?” Sharp’s eyes flicked across the room again, checking every corner. The snack table? Empty. The music area? Packed with people dancing and chatting, everyone pressed close together. Even the balcony looked abandoned. Jude had vanished somewhere in the crowd, and Sharp’s gut twisted. He wasn’t panicking (yet) but the thought of his roommate wandering off alone didn’t sit right with him.

Sharp took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. He moved carefully through the clusters of people, he listened for familiar sounds; an exasperated sigh, a muttered complaint, or the soft shuffle of movement through the crowd. The noise of the party made it almost impossible to pick out anything, and every face he scanned looked wrong.

He slowed for a moment and rubbed his temple, trying to calm himself. “…Okay. Think. Where would he go?” His eyes darted from the snack table to the hallway, to the small living room corner where the couches were set up. Any place Jude could have drifted toward seemed plausible, and all of it was swarming with people.

Sharp’s jaw tightened. “…I’ll find him.” he muttered, moving deeper into the crowd, weaving between bodies and ignoring the looks of confused partygoers. He knew Jude couldn’t have gone far… he just had to spot those ears.

Sharp pushed past another cluster of partygoers, weaving carefully through the crowd, scanning every face for the familiar floppy ears and half-annoyed expression he knew so well. Just as he was about to sigh in frustration, he almost bumped into Tai, who was leaning casually against the hallway wall with a drink in hand, looking far too relaxed for the chaos surrounding him. Sharp’s eyes immediately locked on him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Tai.” Sharp said, voice low but urgent, leaning slightly toward him so the background chatter didn’t drown out his words. “Have you seen Jude? He… he kind of wandered off somewhere, and I can’t find him. I’ve looked everywhere and—” He cut himself off, frustrated, running a hand through his hair. The hallway felt tight, the music thumping from the living room behind them, and every glance Sharp stole over the crowd only made the absence of Jude hit harder.

Tai raised an eyebrow, a sly, almost predatory smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he studied Sharp. He tilted his head lazily, swirling the drink in his hand. “Why are you asking me?” he said, voice teasing, slow and deliberate. “Don’t you two always stick together?” There was a pause, just long enough for Sharp to feel the weight of the teasing. Tai’s grin widened just a fraction as he waited, clearly enjoying the subtle fluster creeping across Sharp’s face.

Sharp blinked at him, caught off guard for a moment, before letting out a dry exhale. “Well… yeah, usually.” he admitted, jaw tightening slightly, trying not to sound as concerned as he actually felt. “But he wandered off, and now I can’t find him anywhere. I—” Sharp paused again, voice dropping even lower, as if he might actually be asking for help without admitting how worried he was. “…I just need to know if he’s somewhere near you. I mean, if you happened to see him at all.”

Tai leaned a little closer, still smirking, but his tone softened just enough to keep it playful. “I haven’t seen him come by here, no. But… I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hiding somewhere in the living room chaos, probably doing something ridiculous that’s somehow completely normal for him.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re taking this way too seriously, Sharp.”

Sharp let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… maybe,” he muttered, glancing back toward the crowd, every instinct telling him Jude was nearby. “Thanks for, uh… for giving me a heads-up. I’ll keep an eye out–”

Sharp hadn’t even finished his sentence before a sudden, forceful shove sent him stumbling backward. He barely caught himself before crashing into the wall, arms flailing, and then he realized what had just been planted in them.

Jude.

Completely, utterly, hilariously drunk Jude. A skirt hiked over his pants, feather boa slipping from one shoulder, a little party hat tilted at a ridiculous angle, ears flopping slightly as if they weren’t sure what to do with themselves…And was that lipstick? Jude’s limbs were loose, flailing just enough that Sharp had to hold him firmly, but not so much that he could escape. And the best part; Jude was smiling drunkenly, eyes half-lidded, tail flicking lazily behind him.

“He’s your problem now!” Parker announced triumphantly after pushing Jude towards Sharp. Without another word, he disappeared to the other living room, leaving Sharp blinking, utterly bewildered, and now very much holding a fully intoxicated, ridiculously cute Jude.

Sharp’s face heated almost immediately. “…Wait. What— why—” he started, but Jude interrupted him with a drunken, slightly slurred giggle. “Sharp… Sharpppp… why… why are there… two of you?” He squinted at Sharp, tilting his head, tail flicking lazily. His ears wiggled in confusion, clearly trying to process the apparent duplication.

Sharp froze, heart skipping. “…W-what?” he stammered, trying to get Jude to focus on him. “There’s only one of me, Jude…”

Jude blinked slowly, ears twitching in disbelief. “…No… no, there’s two. One’s… heavier… and… smells like… fun.” He wiggled in Sharp’s arms drunkenly, leaning against him, clearly convinced that the world had doubled up on Sharpness just for him.

Tai, never missing a single opportunity, immediately whipped out his phone, crouching slightly to get the perfect angle. “Ohhhhhh.” he whispered, grinning like a demon, thumbs flying across the screen. “This is going straight to the blackmail folder.” Every new angle, every drunken wobble, every little flop of ears and swish of tail was captured, and Tai looked positively gleeful.

Jude, blissfully oblivious to Tai’s scheming, leaned slightly against Sharp’s chest, eyes half-lidded, tail swishing lazily. “Sharpppp… Are… are we… friends?” he slurred, tilting his head slightly. “’Cause I… think… we’re… best friends…”

Sharp froze, ears twitching violently, heat crawling up his neck. “Y-yeah.” he stammered, gripping Jude a little tighter to keep him upright. “…Yeah, best friends.”

Jude giggled again, leaning forward just slightly to nibble at the edge of Sharp’s shirt, clearly thinking it was a snack. Sharp’s face went from flushed to full-on panic. “…Okay, stop.” he muttered, trying not to squirm as he held Jude steady, tail flicking nervously behind him.

Tai crouched lower, still snapping pictures, whispering, “Ohhhh, yes. Yes yes yes. This is everything I dreamed of. Perfect.”

And Sharp just groaned softly, realizing that, somehow, the night had escalated from “I need to find Jude” to “I am personally responsible for a drunk rabbit in a skirt who thinks he’s seeing double, and Tai is documenting every second of it.”

Heat crawled up Sharp’s neck even further as he looked down at Jude wobbling in his arms, tail flicking, skirt slightly askew, and then up at Tai, who was crouched on the floor like a demon snapping photo after photo. Sharp’s patience snapped.

“Tai!” he barked, voice sharp enough to cut over the music, and before Tai could react, Sharp grabbed the edge of his shoulder and punched him hard. Tai flew back, slamming into the wall with a grunt of pain. “Stop taking pictures!” Sharp continued, fuming, voice low and dangerous.

Tai pressed a hand against the wall, squinting through the pain, muttering slowly between gritted teeth, “W-wor…th… it…” His phone was still clutched in his other hand, a victorious glint in his eye. Sharp’s eyes narrowed, but he had bigger priorities. Namely, keeping Jude upright before he tumbled into something else.

Grumbling, Sharp adjusted his hold on Jude, who leaned against him lazily, eyes half-closed and blissfully unaware of the chaos around him. “Come on.” Sharp muttered under his breath, voice tight with exasperation. “We’re going outside for some air.” Jude made a soft, contented hum in response, nuzzling slightly against Sharp’s chest, completely too relaxed to argue.

Sharp maneuvered through the hallway and the living room, weaving around the still-dancing, still-drinking crowd, one arm firmly under Jude’s legs, the other supporting his back. Every step was careful, every bump in the floor or brush against someone else a potential disaster waiting to happen. Jude’s ears twitched nervously with every movement, and his little tail kept flicking against Sharp’s side (and damn it, it was the cutest thing Sharpness had ever seen).

Finally, Sharp pushed open the apartment door and stepped into the cooler night air. The quiet hit like a relief, the city sounds distant and muffled compared to the thumping bass and chatter inside. Jude let out a soft sigh, leaning fully against Sharp now, tail brushing lightly along his side. “Ahhh… outside… nice.” he murmured drunkenly, ears wiggling in contentment.

Sharp let out a long breath, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders slightly, though his ears still twitched in irritation and worry. “Yeah.” he muttered, voice low. “Outside is… better. Away from… that idiot Tai.” Jude hummed again, nuzzling closer, and Sharp’s heart did something annoying that he refused to acknowledge. He adjusted his grip on Jude, making sure the skirt didn’t get caught on anything, and started walking down the steps of the apartment building toward some open space where he could let Jude settle.

Sharp guided Jude a few steps away from the apartment building, the cool night air brushing against their faces. “Okay.” Sharp said firmly, voice low but insistent, “we’re going back to our apartment. You’ve had enough for tonight.”

Jude let out a dramatic groan, ears drooping, tail flicking in annoyance. “Nooo… I’m fine,” he slurred, waving a hand vaguely at the quiet street around them. “I can… I can stay… more… social… be… fun…” His words trailed off, punctuated by a hiccup, and he swayed slightly on his feet.

Sharp’s jaw tightened. “…Jude. You’re drunk. You’re not fine. You’re gonna lose consciousness if we don’t get you home.” He crouched slightly, trying to keep Jude steady. “We’re going back. End of discussion.”

Jude pouted, tail flicking even more stubbornly. “Nnn… noooo... I… I wanna stay… more… drinkies…” He swayed again, almost colliding into a lamp post, and Sharp caught him by the waist instinctively. “…I said no. You’re coming with me.” Sharp said, voice sharper this time, exasperation creeping into it. “Now, walk.”

Jude blinked up at him, ears twitching. “…Walk? I… I can… I can walk…” He tried to step forward, knees wobbling, arms flailing slightly for balance. One step. Two steps. Then he froze, wobbling dramatically, feet refusing to cooperate. “…Uh… can’t…”

Sharp’s patience snapped, though it was more frustrated than angry. “Of course you can’t. You’re drunk!” He crouched slightly, lifting Jude carefully on his back. Jude blinked up at him, eyes wide and slightly apologetic, ears flopping forward. “…Wha— wait…?!”

“I’m not arguing about it.” Sharp said, voice gruff but calm. “You’re going home. Now.” He adjusted Jude onto his back. Jude wiggled slightly, as if still trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Jude let out a dramatic, slurred sigh, resting his head against Sharp’s shoulder. “Piggy… back… ride…?” he murmured, sounding far too pleased with the idea despite how unsteady he had been just seconds ago. His skirt slipped a little over his pants as he shifted, ears twitching, tail lazily brushing Sharp’s side.

Sharp groaned quietly, the warmth creeping up his neck as he started walking toward the apartment. “…Don’t get comfortable.” he muttered under his breath. “I'm getting us home, that’s it.”

Jude giggled softly, pressing closer. “…Yes… yes… comfy…” His little tail flicked against Sharp’s side again, and Sharp had to clamp down on his embarrassment to keep walking straight.

The city lights stretched out in front of them as Sharp navigated the streets, Jude wiggling lightly on his back, still too drunk to walk but somehow determined to enjoy every second of being carried. Sharp adjusted his grip, already dreading the chaos of getting Jude inside the apartment safely.

Sharp gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the sidewalk ahead, but it was impossible with Jude wobbling slightly on his back, little tail flicking and ears twitching like he was some kind of hyperactive alarm.

“Straight… Sharp… straight…” Jude slurred, leaning forward just enough that a strand of his messy hair brushed against the top of Sharp's head. Then, with the confidence only a drunken rabbit could muster, he leaned a little more, and nibbled.

Sharp froze mid-step. “…Jude!” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the flush creeping up his neck. He reached back, fingers twitching nervously, as Jude giggled softly against the top of his head. “Stop— don’t— what are you doing?!”

“I…snack.” Jude said proudly, tilting his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His little teeth nipped gently at Sharp’s hair again, tugging ever so slightly, and then he hummed contentedly, eyes half-closed. “Soft… yum…”

Sharp let out a strangled noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, face heating hotter by the second. “…You are impossible, you know that?” He tried to focus on walking straight, but Jude’s little drunk antics — ears twitching, tail brushing, nibbling hair — made concentration impossible.

Jude snuggled closer, tail brushing against Sharp’s side, ears flopping lazily. “…You… warm…” he murmured, voice soft and slurred, teeth gently grazing again. “So… comfy… Sharpppp…”

Sharp’s jaw tightened, a mix of frustration, embarrassment, and an almost unbearable cuteness warring inside him. “…Yeah, yeah, I know I’m warm. Can we not do this while I’m trying to walk?” He shifted his grip slightly, keeping Jude from falling but failing miserably at keeping him from nibbling.

Jude let out a happy little squeak, ears flicking in excitement, teeth finding another loose strand of Sharp’s hair. “…Don’t… stop… Sharp… you taste… funny…”

Sharp groaned, dragging a hand through his own hair in defeat, trying not to scream or laugh, or both at once. “I… I’m walking you home, that’s it! No… no… snacks, no!– STOP EATING MY HAIR!–” His words broke off as Jude leaned forward again, tugging gently at his hair, giggling drunkenly.

The street stretched ahead, quiet except for their footsteps, Jude’s soft murmurs, and the faint swish of his tail against Sharp’s side. Sharp had one hand gripping Jude’s leg, the other pressed against his chest, trying to balance the absurdity of it all.

“…You’re ridiculous.” Sharp muttered finally, voice tight, ears twitching furiously, heart thudding faster than it had any right to. “Absolutely ridiculous.”

Jude just hummed happily against him, nibbling a tiny bit more, and Sharp had no choice but to keep walking, both mortified and… strangely entertained. 

The walk back to their apartment felt simultaneously endless and too short, thanks to Jude’s constant little wiggles, tail flicks, and drunken murmurs against Sharp’s head. Every time Sharp adjusted his grip, Jude leaned forward like it was an invitation to chaos, nibbling gently at stray strands of hair or murmuring nonsense.

Sharp let out a long exhale, his eyebrows twitching in irritation and disbelief, but deep down, a small part of him was grateful. Thank god I train every day, he thought grimly, one hand gripping Jude’s leg, the other steadying his torso. Carrying a drunk bunny who can’t even walk? Totally fine. Could’ve been worse. His muscles, honed from countless hours of drills and exercises, flexed and adjusted automatically as he navigated the sidewalks, stairs, and occasional bumps in the road, and Jude’s drunken flopping didn’t throw him off balance once.

By the time they reached the familiar doors of their apartment building, Sharp was breathing a little heavier than usual, but not from strain, just from dealing with the pure, chaotic energy that was Jude. He jiggled the keys in the lock with one hand while holding Jude steady on his back with the other, giving the apartment a careful once-over to make sure no one else was around to witness his current predicament.

Finally, the door clicked open, and Sharp stepped inside, carefully navigating the hallway. Jude leaned lazily against him, muttering something incomprehensible about snacks and wanting more drinks, ears flopping lazily as Sharp maneuvered around corners. Sharp gritted his teeth, suppressing both a groan and an involuntary laugh.

When they finally reached Jude's bedroom, Sharp gently lowered Jude onto the bed, making sure he didn’t topple off or get tangled in the blankets. Jude immediately melted into the soft mattress, tail flicking in contentment, eyes half-closed, and hands still clutching at Sharp’s shirt for some mysterious reason. Sharp adjusted him slightly so he wouldn’t roll off, then stepped back, brushing his hands on his pants and letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

“See?” Sharp muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. “This is why I train every day. No problem at all.” Carrying a drunk bunny through a crowded city street had been chaotic, ridiculous, and exhausting; but absolutely nothing he couldn’t handle.

Jude, of course, was too drunk to notice Sharp’s internal victory, already shifting slightly on the bed, tail twitching behind him like a metronome. Sharp leaned against the wall for a moment, letting the adrenaline and tension drain away, knowing full well that the night was far from over, and that keeping Jude settled on the bed without him flopping off was going to be a whole new challenge.

Jude let out a soft, contented hum as he sprawled across the bed, tail flicking lazily against the sheets. After a few moments of adjusting himself in the blankets, he shifted slightly and muttered, voice low and slurred, “…Sharp… come… come lay… with me…”

Sharp froze, ears twitching nervously. “…I think I’ll pass.” he said firmly, keeping a careful distance near the edge of the bed. “You need to sleep, not… whatever this is.”

Jude’s eyes half-opened, sparkling mischievously despite the alcohol. “…C’mon… don’t be… mean… I’m… tired…” He pouted, flopping one arm over his face in a dramatic, exhausted gesture. “…Just… stay… please…”

Sharp shifted his weight awkwardly, crossing his arms, trying to resist, but the soft sound of Jude’s pleading tone — and the way his little ears drooped and tail flicked in that pitiful, adorable way — made it harder to stay firm. “…I dunno…” he muttered, his heart betraying him just slightly.

A few moments passed, Jude making soft, gentle whines every so often, curling slightly toward the edge of the bed, clearly hoping Sharp would give in. Finally, with a long exhale and a muttered, “…fine…” Sharp lowered himself carefully onto the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance from the drunk rabbit hybrid sprawled in front of him.

Jude’s eyes lit up, barely able to focus, and with a little giggle, he reached out and tugged sharply at Sharp’s sleeve. “…Not… there… closer…” Before Sharp could fully protest, Jude flopped forward, clumsily but deliberately pulling Sharp down onto the bed with him.

The moment Sharp hit the mattress, Jude wriggled slightly, draping himself over Sharp, soft tail brushing against his side, ears twitching lazily as he nuzzled into Sharp’s chest.

For a brief moment, Jude froze, face hovering just above Sharp’s. His little ears twitched lazily, tail flicking softly against Sharp’s side, and he blinked slowly, as if trying to memorize Sharp’s face while mumbling softly, “…you… look… funny… Sharp…”

Then, without warning, Jude leaned down and pressed his lips to Sharp’s forehead. Sharp felt the warmth of Jude’s lips, soft and brief, and the faint sticky trace of lipstick lingering against his skin. His entire body stiffened like a board. “…Jude… what—” he stammered, eyes wide, utterly flustered.

Jude hummed contentedly against him, tilting his head slightly and pressing just a little more, whispering, “…good… thisss….nice… comfy…” before finally letting his head settle fully against Sharp’s chest. Within a few moments, the little murmurs faded, his breathing evened out, and he was fast asleep, still draped across Sharp, tail flicking softly in rhythm with his snores.

Sharp’s face was still flushed hot enough to rival a summer day, his ears twitching frantically. He froze, staring down at Jude in disbelief, mind racing. He awkwardly patted Jude's head, “…oh god… what just happened…”

Despite being utterly flustered, Sharp carefully shifted slightly so Jude wouldn’t roll off the bed, one arm bracing him just enough to keep him safe, while the other hand pressed on the top of Jude's head. His heart hammered, face still red, and he had to admit to himself that there was no way he was going to sleep comfortably anytime soon.

Jude, of course, remained completely oblivious, nestled into Sharp’s chest like a tiny, drunken heap of chaos and cuteness, and Sharp sat there, half-panicked, half-melting, completely at a loss for what to do next.

End. :)

Jk, here's an extra scene! :

jude : “Ugh… my head… why does my head feel like it’s being stomped on…”

sharp : “…You’re awake.”

jude : “…Sharp?”

sharp : “Yeah.”

jude : “…Why am I… on top of you?”

sharp : “You tell me. You practically tackled me in your sleep.”

jude : “I did not— wait… why am I even here?”

sharp : “You don’t remember anything?”

jude : “…No. Last thing I remember is… drinks. And Parker laughing at me. And then nothing.”

sharp : “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

jude : “…Did we… sleep like this all night?”

sharp : “Unfortunately, yes.”

jude : “…Oh my god.”

sharp : “You’re fine.”

jude : “No I’m not! This is— this is weird!”

sharp : “You were too drunk to let me move.”

jude : “…I hate everything.”

sharp : “…You done panicking?”

jude : “Shut up. My brain hurts.”

sharp : “…Then stop yelling.”

jude : “…Wait.”

sharp : “What.”

jude : “…What’s that on your forehead?”

sharp : “What?”

jude : “That. Right there. Don’t move.”

sharp : “…I can’t see my own forehead, Jude.”

jude : “It’s… lipstick?”

sharp : “…What?”

jude : “There’s literally a kiss mark on your forehead.”

sharp : “…Oh.”

jude : “Oh?! That’s all you’re gonna say? Oh?!”

sharp : “I didn’t even notice.”

jude : “Who kissed you?”

sharp : “…Excuse me?”

jude : “Who kissed you, Sharp?”

sharp : “…Why are you asking that like you’re accusing me of something?”

jude : “Because someone kissed you last night! And this probably happened while I was asleep!”

sharp : “…Jude.”

jude : “What?”

sharp : “…You were the only one here.”

jude : “…What?”

sharp : “Yeah.”

jude : “No, I wasn’t. I was asleep.”

sharp : “Before that.”

jude : “…What do you mean before that?”

sharp : “You don’t remember?”

jude : “…No?”

sharp : “…You kissed me.”

jude : “WHAT?!”

sharp : “Shhh! My ears.”

jude : “I DID NOT!”

sharp : “You did.”

jude : “…I— I wouldn’t just… randomly… do that!”

sharp : “You were drunk.”

jude : “…That doesn’t count.”

sharp : “It absolutely counts.”

jude : “…Oh my god.”

sharp : “…You’re turning red.”

jude : “I am NOT!”

sharp : “You are.”

jude : “Stop looking at me!”

sharp : “You’re literally lying on my chest.”

jude : “…I hate you.”

sharp : “Yeah, yeah.”

jude : “…I really did that?”

sharp : “Mmhm.”

jude : “…Can we pretend that never happened?”

sharp : “Nope.”

jude : “…Sharp.”

sharp : “I’m keeping it as blackmail.”

jude : “SHARP!”