(WHOOP DEE DOO, MORE AFTERDEATH--)

Geno rose from his bed, groggy. Great. Another terrible nightmare. He blinked, glancing over at the closed curtains. It was still dark out, no trace of light in sight. Geno took a few moments to lie in bed before sitting up once more and moving away the covers. 

As soon as he reached his bedside, a small groan echoed through the room as a bundle of sheets began to stir. Soon enough, a skull poked out, drowsy. 

"Geno? y 're you up so early...???" Reaper tiredly mumbled. 

Geno managed a small glare. "the hell reaper? why are you here?" 

The god simply yawned. After rolling his eye-lights, Geno stood, his legs briefly feeling as it they were jelly. Reaper had sat up as well, turning to Geno with his empty gaze. He managed a lazy smile. "...coffee...?"

~~~

Geno took a small sip of his coffee as he watched Reaper pour his own mug, nearly over-doing it and spilling the boiling liquid onto himself. 

"Why do you have no shirt on...???" Geno grumbled, confused. 

Reaper took a swig before sitting beside Geno. "theworldmustknowofmyhandsomnessGeno." 

"whut the literal fork?" 

"I'M JUST TOO HOT." 

Geno flinched at Reaper's sudden tone change, a bit of his coffee spilling onto himself. "Great. My shirt's dirty." 

"no problamo, just take it off." 

"WH-WHUT!?" 

"Look, i'm too tired for this tsundere bullsh*t right now, so just get it over with and take it off. I'll wash it in the morning." 

Since it was in the middle of the night and Geno was in that 'f*ck it' kind of mood, he set down his mug and just slipped his shirt off, carelessly setting it onto the counter. 

"oh my god, you actually did it." Reaper breathed, the caffeine barely kicking in.

 Geno picked his mug up again and took a nice big gulp. "shut up and drink." 

"okay mr. hot head." 

~~~

It was trivial for Geno the next day. 

For one, he had woken up in the afternoon, which was really odd.
Second, Reaper was in bed with him, sprawled so much that he consumed about 3/4 of the bed.
Third, they were both shirtless????
Fourth, they were also covered in...peanut butter???
Geno traced his peanut-butter covered ribs and brought it closer to his face, inspecting it. Yeah, this is definitely peanut-butter. 

"What the hell...?" Geno grumbled to himself, peering over at Reaper. He couldn't help but snort as peanut-butter was also sloppily smeared all of his face. It must have been pure luck that they didn't get it anywhere on the bed- No, wait. Wait. It's everywhere. 

With a huge sigh, Geno turned over on his side to face Reaper and batted his face. After the first six bats, Reaper's eye-sockets groggily opened. "mm?" 

"Did we smoke drugs last night or did Blue break into our house again?"

 The god gave Geno the most odd look before looking down to see his peanut-butter covered ribs. "i don't know, but i had the weirdest dream about space cheese." 

"What?" 

"I know. You were there... as a squirrel eating mayonnaise?" 

"What????" 

"And I may or may not have blew up our house in the dream as well." 

Geno simply grabbed a nearby pillow and shoved it into Reaper's skull. "Every time I talk to you, I lose more and more brain cells." 

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" 

"Now get up and take a shower or something." 

"-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ok."

((What were they doing last night? Simple : They stayed up past 3 am rewatching all of the Shrek movies before robbing a thift store and smearing some peanut-butter on themselves.))

((Tune in next time on what Dark writes at 2 am in the morning--))