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Mushitaro strolled through the hallways of the mansion, letting his sight flick between all of the furniture.
His situation was odd, to say the least.
But, how could he really complain? Being able to stay in such a wealthy mansion was something people could only dream of. He was pretty lucky, other than the circumstances that made him have to stay here.
He huffed, turning and entering another hallway. They seemed endless, with how huge the mansion was. He was thankful to have written down a map of the place for when he went exploring. Otherwise, he would be stranded until either Poe, or someone else found him.
And.. that would be embarrassing, so he would rather not have to deal with that.
Mushitaro continued to march forward, before his gaze locked onto a door, left slightly open. That was a bit odd, considering most of the rooms were left closed and locked, due to not having any need for them. He stepped towards it, opening it slightly more to peek inside.
Ah, so it was Poe’s room. It was very dark in there, and had a sort of eerie decor. Poe was also there, but that’s besides the point.
He froze, clearly not wanting to be caught peeking, but he soon realized something. Poe was passed out, his head resting on his desk. His hair was even messier than usual, which was saying something. Mushitaro sighed, finding the situation a little endearing, though he would like to disagree.
“What a moron.” He muttered under his breath, opening the door wide enough for him to step in.
Having known a writer for most of his life, he knew how to deal with these types of situations. Clearly, Poe was overworking himself. Mushitaro didn’t know him too well, but he knew writer habits. And he did have to pay Poe back for allowing him to stay in his mansion.
He pulled out the chair slightly, keeping a hand on Poe’s shoulder to keep him settled on it.
Cleaning up the writing utensils, he noticed the other had begun to stir in his sleep. He began hurrying, as he knelt down, and attempted to pick up the larger man.
This was something he was definitely going to regret later, at least his back certainly would. But in the moment, that didn’t matter to him. Settling him onto the bed, he decided that was enough, he had done his part. Only hoping that it could be met with some gratitude.
As the younger man was about to move, he felt a slight tug on his dress pants. Poe, who was still mostly asleep, had grabbed onto him. Mushitaro sighed, attempting to free himself of the grip, but it only got stronger.
He was pulled onto the bed, stuck in a death grip by Poe. Not wanting to wake the other man up, he continued to try to free himself of the other man’s embrace. But that only led him to being cuddled harder.
With a huff, he gave up. He would just have to wait until Poe woke up, which would be annoying.
This was such an annoying situation. All he wanted to do was do something somewhat nice for the man allowing him to stay here, but now he was stuck cuddling him. And he was still in his suit! There was nothing good about this situation. Definitely nothing.
He eventually settled into Poe’s embrace, letting the warmth embrace him.
There was no way he was going to fall asleep like this, right? Right? Oh, for fucks sake.
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Poe woke up slowly, not registering what had happened fully. When had his desk gotten so warm and comfy? He opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times as he took in his situation.
When did he get onto his bed?.. And, more importantly, why is Mushitaro here? He flushed, noticing his arms around the other man. He turned his head to look around more, but Mushitaro stirred, and he immediately froze and stayed in place. What an odd situation this is.
He felt his face heat up even more, as Mushitaro pressed into him more.
Well, this was really warm.. and cozy. So he could sleep a little longer. He felt his eyes flutter closed, they’ll deal with this later.