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'God damnit..what time is it.' He thought to himself.
3:43am.
Ze couldn't sleep because of his stupid wings. Oh how they wished they would dissappear. They were so painful, probably because they've been strained against his back for years.
That doesn't matter right now. He was super thirsty, he just hoped Regect wasn't in the kitchen.
.
He decided to throw on his sweatshirt, he didn't bother bandaging his wings up to his back. He headed downstairs into the kitchen. 'Well shit of course he was up.
"The fuck are you doing up bro."
'Oh my god im way to tired for this shit.'
Instead of answering Ze decided to ignore the entity and grab a glass from the cupboard above.
"well damn okay then. Be a bitch, see if I care."
"Can you ACTUALLY be fucking quiet for ONE FUCKING SECOND?"
yeahh he was glad moe was a heavy sleeper.
As he yelled, his wings puffed up and recoiled inside his jacket.
"Shit.." he quietly whispered
Regect was silent.
"Woowww hiding secrets? All along? Sniff.. my heart..."
Ze was getting visibly angry.
"w-well damn dude I was onl-!"
Before Regect could finish his sentence he was lunged, getting tackled to the ground.
"HOly s-shit dude!? What's going..on."
Whoops..he must have gotten Ze to angry. Ze was on top of him, his wings- once beautiful now musky and grimy must have ripped out of the jacket. Getting freed from a cage.
Without thinking, Regect automatically moved his visible arm towards the other man's wing.
"W..-what are you doing.." they were both on the floor in a weird position, kinda looks like they were gonna make out.
"do you need help with them?"
'What?'
"wha..i..I guess so.."
"okay."
They seemingly got telaported onto the couch in thr living area.
sheesh dude when did you last clean these!?"
silence..
Regect quietly understood.
Ok twinss this is a wip PLEASE give me some tips on writing im still REALLY new to writing fanfiction.🥹