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The newly risen sun shone through the window. Blankets were in a piled mess, when was the last time they changed them?
Whatever, not like it matters. The only thing that mattered was the utmost comfort within the blankets themselves.
“Mmh”
The feeling of soft feathers warmed up Builderman. They wrapped around him softly, almost gentle.
They encased the admin with warmth and protection.
Before slowly fading away.
He finally opened his eyes, to see that his lover was gone.
“Tel?” - He called out, before closing his eyes.
The bags underneath his eyes were heavy.
“I should seriously stop overworking myself.” The admin groaned.
He wiped his eyes harshly before reaching another pillow and hugging it tightly to fill the blank space.
A few minutes had passed, and still no return.
*sigh*
Builderman then finally sat up, realising how messy Telamon's bedroom actually was.
Where was Telamon?
He looked around, the sun now covered by clouds of darkness, the room being filled with emptiness.
Setting aside the squashed silky pillow, he finally got up from the bed putting on his usual grey hoodie.
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The cold tile flooring echoed as he passed through the closest bathroom.
Still no sign of Telamon.
The mirror stared back at him from the wall. His un-kept hair had grown a bit too long for his liking. He’d usually have it just as a simple short hair cut but he had forgotten to cut it awhile ago. Whatever, he’ll deal with it later.
After washing his face he walked out of one of the many bathrooms Telamon had, and began to walk around the halls.
‘Seriously where is he?’.
Builderman viewed all the ‘cool’ stuff that Telamon owned throughout the corridors.
His house- or more like “Lair” was filled with different valuables of any kind. Located in the sword fights on the heights arena.
It was located near the very top of the server of sword fights on the heights. Easy to see due to its massive size, but still fitting in with the rest of the environment.
Builderman's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud CRASH that could be heard from afar.
“Telamon?!”
The admin, startled by the rapid noise, started to rush, looking for his partner.
“Telamon, is that you!?”
Builderman ran through the many different hallways and rooms. Opening and closing each one with panic.
He finally came across to the main kitchen, where he could see Telamon, standing in front of the stove looking shocked.
“Ohh, Builderman! Did Telamon awake you?”
The still, slightly stunned admin sighed.
“No, don't worry about that. I’m alright.”
He smiled, combing his hands through his tangled hair.
“Telamon was just making some chicken.”
“For breakfast?”
Telamon raised his eyebrow with a confused expression before he answered.
“Yes! Is that not what mortals eat in the morning?”
“Uh- well most people eat something like eggs, or toast. It really depends on yer preferences though.”
“hm…I see.”
Telamon began to pick up the dropped pan, little bits of old crumps landed onto the wooden flooring.
“Uh- yer want some help with that Tel?”
“Telamon can handle cooking my dear.”
Builderman, being too exhausted to disagree, decided to rest on the couch near the kitchen.
‘Wait- did he just call me dear?’