[Morty's in the kitchen quick to get that tea started like a good boyfriend. Once the water is set to boil he wanders into the bedroom where Falkner is and .. oh, honey.]
Falkner.... maybe you should wait a moment... [He quietly beckons him closer.]
A blush rises to his face, and he abruptly and ungracefully pulls off his shirt the rest of the way. ] I, uh. I see. How embarrassing... [ grumble grumble grumble. It takes a moment of messing with the shirt, but he eventually gets the damn thing on properly. Front part of the shirt on the front of his body, and no tags showing. ]
Thanks for catching that. [ haha... ha............. ] No one at work would've let me live that down.
But even though he knows he shouldn’t - he really does have more to do to get ready for work - it’s very difficult to say no to Morty. Especially when he, too, wishes for more time with him in the mornings…
So he takes Morty’s hands in his and kisses his cheek. ] Alright - but not for too long. [ #famous last words ]
[Morty makes sure to turn off the tea but then returns quickly to Falkner's side. He strips Falkner of the little clothes he managed to get on and gets his own off and then it's a one-way trip to Snoozetown.]
[ In Falkner's defense, he really did mean to only lie down for ten, twenty minutes tops. Just enough time to shake off the grogginess and then finish making that tea that Morty started. But his head hits the pillow and he's out like a light. Not even the buzzing of his phone as his gym trainers (rightfully so) try and call and text him to figure out where he is wakes him... it isn't until Morty's alarm goes off that he finally begins to wake. ]
[It's a little harder to rouse Morty this time because he's so comfortable. He could sleep with Falkner in his arms forever. But that thought is also the one that wakes him up the most suddenly. Because if Falkner's still here and his alarms gone off...
His alarm doesn't go off until 3pm. A good seven hours after he gets home.
Morty slaps his hand around to find his phone, still jingling, and legitimately feels an inkling of dread when he sees the time. It is, indeed, 3pm.]
- AH. [ NOPE HE DEFINITELY SLEPT FOR TOO LONG OH MY GOD
Falkner shoots up quickly, phone clutched in his hand as 3:01 PM is bright and obvious on its screen. He. He sure hecked up, didn't he. But there's little he can do about it now - not when his gym closes in less than two hours and it takes him a good chunk of time to even get there, let alone get dressed and feed himself so he doesn't outright topple over from hunger.
He simply groans and buries his face in his hands. ] It wasn't supposed to be this long!
[ Falkner breathes in. Lets out a sigh. And then turns to look at his boyfriend. ] It's not your fault, Morty. And... I don't think you're wrong about that.
[ He deliberates for a moment, then lays back down to press against Morty's side. ] I think. I'll take today off. [ even though those words feel SO WEIRD leaving his mouth fdkjgd ]
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Falkner.... maybe you should wait a moment... [He quietly beckons him closer.]
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A blush rises to his face, and he abruptly and ungracefully pulls off his shirt the rest of the way. ] I, uh. I see. How embarrassing... [ grumble grumble grumble. It takes a moment of messing with the shirt, but he eventually gets the damn thing on properly. Front part of the shirt on the front of his body, and no tags showing. ]
Thanks for catching that. [ haha... ha............. ] No one at work would've let me live that down.
[ Hell, even Morty himself might not. ]
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[He kisses Falkner's forehead now. Silly.] I think you still have time; you should lay down with me for a bit. [Since you're obviously still tired.]
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But even though he knows he shouldn’t - he really does have more to do to get ready for work - it’s very difficult to say no to Morty. Especially when he, too, wishes for more time with him in the mornings…
So he takes Morty’s hands in his and kisses his cheek. ] Alright - but not for too long. [ #famous last words ]
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Not for too long!
[Morty makes sure to turn off the tea but then returns quickly to Falkner's side. He strips Falkner of the little clothes he managed to get on and gets his own off and then it's a one-way trip to Snoozetown.]
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Mmmn... [ ... kinda wake. ]
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His alarm doesn't go off until 3pm. A good seven hours after he gets home.
Morty slaps his hand around to find his phone, still jingling, and legitimately feels an inkling of dread when he sees the time. It is, indeed, 3pm.]
Oh.
[This will. Definitely be a problem for Falkner.]
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What is it...? [ But before Morty can give him a response, Falkner grabs his phone from his side of the bed and holds it close to his face.
Why so many missed calls? And all those texts? He couldn't have slept for that... long....................................... ]
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Falkner shoots up quickly, phone clutched in his hand as 3:01 PM is bright and obvious on its screen. He. He sure hecked up, didn't he. But there's little he can do about it now - not when his gym closes in less than two hours and it takes him a good chunk of time to even get there, let alone get dressed and feed himself so he doesn't outright topple over from hunger.
He simply groans and buries his face in his hands. ] It wasn't supposed to be this long!
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[But.]
But I also... think you needed the rest.
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[ He deliberates for a moment, then lays back down to press against Morty's side. ] I think. I'll take today off. [ even though those words feel SO WEIRD leaving his mouth fdkjgd ]