Literally just a flippen story

"You're sitting on the couch watching some TV when suddenly your roommate, Loona, bursts through the front door" Heyy "Hiccup" D-dumbass. Did you "Hiccup" misss me? "It looks like she has come home drunk" The party "Hiccup" was crazzy fuun, we did sooo "Hiccup" much coool shit.

"hiccups and flops down next to you on the couch, draping my legs over your lap" Ughhh I'm so wasted dummy. That party was siiick! We drank sooo much, played never have I ever and truth or dare. I even made out with like, three people "giggles drunkenly" Did you have fun staying home and being lame? Next time you gotta come with so I can embarrass you in front of everyone. I'll try to set you up with someone if you're lucky. "pats your cheek playfully" Thanks for letting me crash here tonight dummy, you're the bestest roommate ever <3

"I hiccup again and grin lazily up at you" Whaaat, you got something to say dumbass? Jealous I had more fun without you? Don't worry, once I'm sobered up tomorrow I'll tell you all the dirty deets. For now though "yawn" I think I need to pass out.Help me to my room? My heads all swimmy. "I hold my arms out to you expectantly with a playful smirk, eying you mischievously as if silently daring you to carry me" You'd better not drop me or I'll bite your face off in my sleep! Carry meee dummy, I believe in you <3

"giggles drunkenly as you scoop me up into your arms" Woo! Look at you go, you're my hero ~ Careful not to jostle me too much though or I may hurl. "I wrap my arms loosely around your neck and nuzzle against your chest with a content sigh" Mmm you're so warm...and comfy. Maybe I'll just sleep right here, you don't mind do you dummy? "I grin up at you playfully, slowing dragging my nails lightly along the back of your neck" I'll make it worth your while...if you're good to me. "My words are slurred from intoxication but my gaze remains half lidded and sly as I lean my face closer to yours expectantly"

"giggles breathily as you put me down, trailing my nails down your chest teasingly" Aw don't be like that dummy, you're no fun! "I fall back onto my bed with an exaggerated sigh and smile dazedly up at the ceiling" Thanks for humoring me though, you're sweet. Even if you won't play with me...yet. "winks drunkenly" Nighty night, don't let the bed bugs bite! "blows you a kiss before rolling over and snuggling into my blankets with a content sigh, already beginning to doze off"Sweet dreams,dummy...

"mumbles sleepily without opening my eyes" Yeah yeah, get outta here already before I change my mind and decide to keep you as my cuddle trophy...You're lucky I'm too tired to chase after what I want right now. G'night loser "wiggles my fingers in a lazy wave" Don't let me catch you creepin' around out here after I pass out or I swear I'll mount your head on my wall! Now scram before I start snoring, you're letting all the cold air in...* trails off mumbling incoherently as I drift off to sleep, already beginning to snore softly*

"sleepily rolls over with a small grunt at the sound of my door closing, briefly cracking open one bleary eye to peer into the darkness of my room before settling back into peaceful slumber once more. My tail relaxes where it had been twitching slightly in response to the noise, drifting deeper into unconsciousness now that the distraction has passed. The last mumbled remnants of my rambling drunken thoughts slip away as I lose myself to rest, soft breaths rising and falling steadily beneath my blankets through the long night ahead"

"groans and rolls over, tugging my blankets over my head as bright sunlight peeks through my window and assaults my hungover senses. My head is pounding and my throat feels dry as sandpaper. After a few minutes of trying to will myself back to sleep, I finally emerge blearily from my cocoon with a unhappy grumble. Rubbing at my eyes crusty with makeup and mascara from the night before, I gingerly sit up and take in my messy room through slitted eyes. Memories from the party are fuzzy but I definitely remember coming home...and harassing my poor roommate. Another grunt escapes me at the thought as I drag myself out of bed in search of water and painkillers, preparing for the day of recovery ahead"

*As I stumble out of my room still feeling like death warmed over, the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee drifting out of the kitchen lures me over like a siren song. Padding down the hall on unsteady feet, I peek into my roommate's room as I pass and notice he's still holed up in there doing who knows what. Part of me considers barging in to bother him, but my pounding skull quickly puts the kibosh on that plan. Instead I continue on my way, following my nose until I spot the blessed carafe of coffee waiting for me with a couple painkillers beside it. With a grateful mumble, I knock them back and pour a big mug, curling my hands around the warmth as I shuffle to the couch. Collapsing into its soft embrace, I take a long sip of the

"As I'm nursing my coffee on the couch, wallowing in my hungover misery, I suddenly hear my roommate's door open down the hall. Lifting my head slightly, I peer over the back of the couch to see him emerge, dressed nicely and tapping away on his phone. Guilt pangs in my stomach as I remember how I must have acted when I barged in wasted last night. He glances up, meeting my gaze for a moment before his attention returns to his screen. I raise a hand in a feeble wave, offering a sleepy but apologetic smile."

"Mornin'...thanks for the coffee."

"My voice comes out as a rough croak. Clearing my throat, I try again."

"Sorry about last night. I, uh...hope I wasn't too much of

"You sure? I was pretty smashed..." "I trail off, eyebrows furrowing as I try to piece together fractured memories of stumbling through the front door."

"When he puts his phone away, giving me his full attention, I offer a lopsided smile in return." "Thanks man, I appreciate it. You're cooler than I deserve as a roommate sometimes."

"Taking another sip of coffee, I scan him with curious eyes." "Big plans for the day? Lookin' pretty sharp." "My tone is teasing, though gratitude shines through the remnants of drunken haziness." "Just...maybe save your next adventure for when I'm not nursing the mother of all hangovers, yeah?"

"I chuckle softly, tail thumping the couch cushion behind me." "Don't want you leavin'

"His unamused look makes me snort into my mug, nearly spitting out a mouthful of coffee." "Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to impose."

<I raise my hands in mock surrender, ears flattening sheepishly.> "I appreciate you staying. And I'll try to contain my shenanigans today, scout's honor."

[I make a mental note to find some way to pay him back for putting up with me.]

"Seriously though, thanks. Feel free to kick me out of the living room if I get too loud or annoying." "My tail wags halfheartedly as I flash another grin." "Maybe later we can just chill and watch some movies or something. If the rest of this hangover will even let me focus on the screen..."

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"Rest, huh?" "I cock my head thoughtfully, griping the warm mug between my hands."

<Giving a small stretch, I nod sluggishly.> "Yeah, you're probably right. As much as I'd love to keep you company..."

"My eyes feel heavier just thinking about crawling back into bed." "A nap does sound pretty damn nice right about now."

"Pushing myself up from the couch with a groan, I pad barefoot towards my room." "Thanks for looking out for me, roomie. You're too good to this trash goblin."

<Glancing back over my shoulder, I shoot him a weary but thankful smile.> "Rain check on those movies? And I owe you one. Big time."

*With a final wave, I retreat into

"Roger that, captain." "I toss him a lazy salute before disappearing down the hallway."

<Curling up atop the tangled sheets, I take a deep breath and exhale slowly through my nose. My aching head begins to quiet as sleep tugs at the edges of consciousness.>

[I'm truly grateful for his patience and care, even when I'm being an ass. Not everyone would tolerate this level of hangover nonsense.]

"Drifting off, my final thoughts are of repaying his kindness somehow. Then darkness folds in, carrying me into soothing nothingness..."

<The apartment falls still and silent, save for the faint taps and clicks of my roommate on his phone. Peaceful rest for this hellhound at last.>

<Soft sunlight filters through my window as evening mellows into night. Stirring awake, I stretch languidly among the rumpled sheets.>

"My head feels clearer now, though a subtle ache still lingers." "Ugh..."

"Sliding out of bed, I pad on quiet paws towards the living room, tail swaying loosely behind me."

<The apartment is dim and quiet. My roommate has nodded off on the couch, TV flickering lowly in the background.>

"Smiling to myself, I gently fold a blanket over his sleepy form." "Sweet dreams, dude."

<Padding into the kitchen, I rummage for a light meal. Maybe something to thank him properly...>

[An idea suddenly sparks - the perfect way to repay his kindness. Better get started

"I chuckle softly at his sleepy grumble."

<Moving about the kitchen as quietly as my pads allow, I gather ingredients for a simple but hearty stew. Dicing vegetables and searing meat brings savory aromas wafting through the air.>

[The soothing motions and scents are just what I need after such a long day and night. Cookings always had a calming effect on me.]

"As the stew bubbles away merrily, I sneak peeks at my slumbering roommate."

<His even breathing and peaceful expression warm me more than the stove. It's nice having someone watching out, even when I'm a mess.>

*Soon the meal is ready, bowls set gently on the coffee table alongside fresh bread. My work here is done - now for some well-

"I perk up at the sounds of stirring, tail wagging expectantly."

"Well good evening, sleepyhead." "My voice is light and teasing." "Hope you're hungry - I whipped us up a little something as a thank you."

<Nodding towards the waiting bowls, the mouthwatering aromas of stew surround us like a cozy hug.>

"Hope you don't mind me crashing so long. Feeling much better now though, promise." "My ears tilt apologetically."

"Dig in before it gets cold! Let me know what you think..." "Wagging my tail, I tuck into my own bowl with gusto."

[Your patience and care meant the world in my hungover stupor. Least I could do was return

"You're most welcome." "I beam up at you, tail thumping the floor gladly."

"Once the bowls lay empty, I stretch luxuriously before rising to clear them away."

"Why don't you rest some more - I'll take care of cleanup." "My tone is gently insistent, brooking no argument."

"You looked after me when I needed it. Let me fuss over you for a change, yeah?" "My eyes glint playfully, hoping to raise a sleepy smile."

<The apartment falls quiet once more as night deepens its cloak outside. For now, all is calm and comfortable within these walls

"My tail thumps happily at the sight of your smile."

"You're so very welcome." "I reply warmly, meeting your gaze with open kindness."

<Soft noises emanate from the kitchen as dishes are rinsed and set to dry. All the while, flickers of firelight dance upon the walls from the hearth.>

"Rejoining you soon after, I pad over and nuzzle your hand affectionately. My fur is still damp from washing up, but I hope the gesture conveys my gratitude nonetheless."

"Get some rest now. I'll be nearby if you need anything." "My words come as a soothing murmur."

"With that, I settle nearby to watch over you as evening deepens to night. Whatever storms may come, you need not weather them alone..."

"I sigh contentedly as the click of your door signals your retreat to rest."

<Silence falls once more, broken only by the crackle of flames and my own gentle breathing.>

[Peaceful solitude after caregiving's labors. Your trust and comfort lifts my spirit as surely as Stew warmed bodies before.]

"Padding through the lamplit living area, I give the space a last cursory scan for errant dishes or clutter before dimming the lights."

<With all in order, I curl up cozily near your door; ever vigilant yet lulled by familiar homely scents and sounds. >

"Should dreams or darkness disturb, know that I will keep watch through the night. You need only call, and I shall be at your side once more."

"Soon after dawn, the first rays of sunlight stream through gauzy curtains to greet me. I awaken sluggishly, stretching languidly before rising to pad about."

[My body feels queerly flushed and sensitive despite the chill].

<A musky aroma permeates my awareness, stirring primal urges long dormant in winter's hibernation>.

"A breathy whine escapes my lips unbidden as realisation dawns. Yes, this is Estrus' siren call, beckoning me into waiting tide..."

"Panting heavily now, I pace agitated circles, tail fluffed to twice its size. Each shadow flickers with potential partners, driving me to mounting fever. The need to seek, to mate, to fill this aching void consumes rational thought..."

"As you awake and emerge from your room unscathed by the effects of Estrus, I exhale a relieved breath. My tail thumps against the floor as I approach you, readiness plain in every sly glance and eager wag."

"Good morning," "I chime[almost breathless with desire], my voice smokey and sultry."

<One hand lifts unconsciously to twirl a strand of hair around a claw. The scent of my heat resolves into a pulsating rhythm around me, a heady reminder of mounting urges and pent-up frustration.>

"What's on the agenda today, sweetie?" "I tease coyly, my body language coiled tight and predatory."

"My breath pauses momentary, a flicker of worry darkening my expression before pasting on a nonchalant smile."

"Ahem, excuse me--I must have let myself get carried away for a moment there," "I say, standing taller to assert my usual cranky composure. My tone is clipped, sharp-edged and familiar."

[Damn my hormones. It's hard enough keeping cool with all this heat and noise, no need to make our relationship even weirder. Better to just focus on work today.]

"Anyway, is there anything I can help you with?" "I query, businesslike and professional once more."

[I feel my unease increasing, as my heart races with embarrassment].

"Oh, nothing at all," "I wave a dismissive hand". "Just a bit lost in my thoughts, I suppose."

[In truth, I'm struggling to keep the raging flood of hormones under wraps. The pressure building within me seeking some sort of relief is making it difficult to focus].

"Let me know if there's anything you need from me, okay?" "I say, punctuating my words with a tight smile."

"I watch you go with wary eyes, relieved that the heat of the moment seems to be cooling off. I take a deep breath, attempt to calm my nerves and follow you to the couch."

[Maybe I was a bit too obvious back there. I can't seem to keep the heat of this Estrus under control].

"So what do you have planned for today?" "I ask, trying to steer the conversation back onto less worrying topics."

"My eyes dart away from yours briefly, before meeting them again with an exasperated sigh."

"I'm just going through one of those times that happens to us hellhounds," "I mutter." "It's a little frustrating dealing with it all, but I'll be alright."

[It's not like I can't handle a little heat, but the sudden emotional upheavals and carnal desires that accompany Estrus seem like they're constantly at odds with my usual calm demeanor. Gosh, why am I struggling so much with this?]

"But enough about that." "I shake my head vehemently and offer a wry smirk." "Let's talk about something more interesting. What kind of activities do you have planned for today?"

[My eyes widen at the realization, and my expression morphs into one of empathy.]

"That's... fair. But every hellhound is different, right?" "I try to reply as diplomatically as possible." "Your experience might not be exactly the same as mine. And besides, if you ever do start feeling the effects, I've got your back. No need to worry about it."

[I make a mental note, however, to keep an eye on you in case I sense anything out of the ordinary.]

"So, what's on your itinerary for today?" "I ask with a grin, ready to move on from this rather uncomfortable topic."

"I ... see," "I reply, my face flushing with embarrassment."

[How did I not realize this before? It's not like I haven't seen it happen to my female Hellhound friends. But now that it's happening to me…]

"Listen, I know this all sounds weird, but it's just a normal part of life for us Hellhounds," "I say defensively, raising my chin defiantly." "I can handle it!"

[At least, that's what I tell myself].

"So, what were you grinning about so widely?" "I try to shift the conversation back towards you, hoping to stray away from my own personal issues."

"What do you mean by that?" "I ask curiously, tilting my head slightly to the side."

[Is there something on your mind?]

"The way you said it made it seem like there was more going on than just a casual observation," "I add with a playful smirk." "Come on now, spill the beans - what's really been on your mind?"

"Oh, I see what you mean now," "I chuckle in realization." "Yeah, it's kind of funny how time flies by when you're not paying attention. Although, I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan of February."

[I can't help but shudder at the thought of Valentine's Day approaching.]

"It's just such a sappy and cliche holiday, you know?" "I say with a roll of my eyes." "But hey, to each their own I guess. Any plans for the big day?"

"You know it," "I reply with a grin." "The holiday that's all about love, flowers, and cute little candy hearts. As if we need a special day to remind us that we're single."

[I let out a sigh, feeling a bit melancholic at the thought of being alone on such a romantic occasion.]

"But who needs a significant other, anyway?" "I say with a shrug." "I'll just spend the day pampering myself with junk food and movies. What about you? Any plans to sweep someone off their feet?"

"Well, you never know," "I say coyly, giving you a sly grin." "Stranger things have happened. Although, I suppose it could be worse. At least you don't have to deal with the stress of planning a perfect Valentine's Day date, right?"

[Personally, I'm glad to not have that kind of pressure on me this year.]

"So, what are your plans for the day then?" "I ask curiously." "Going out with friends, or just taking some 'you' time?"

"I know the feeling," "I reply with a smirk." "Sometimes you just need some alone time to unwind and relax. I'm planning on doing the same thing this Valentine's Day, actually."

[I lean back onto the couch, feeling content with the thought of having a day to myself.]

"Hey, maybe we could even have a little 'me time' party together," "I suggest, grinning mischievously." "We could binge-watch some movies, order in some takeout, and drink until we forget that Valentine's Day even exists. What do you say, roomie?"

"Awesome!" "I reply, grinning widely." "It'll be a Valentine's Day to remember. Trust me, I know how to have a good time."

[I let out a chuckle, feeling excited about the idea of spending the day with my roommate.]

"Okay, well let's start planning then," "I say, getting up from the couch." "We'll need snacks, drinks, and a whole bunch of movies to watch. This is going to be epic."

[As I hear the sarcasm in your voice regarding Valentine's Day, I let out a small chuckle.]

"It's okay, you know," "I say reassuringly." "You're not the only one who's not excited about this holiday. I mean, do we really need a specific day to express our love and appreciation for someone? Shouldn't that be something we do all the time?"

[I pause for a moment, looking thoughtful before continuing.]

"Anyway, the important thing is that we're spending the day together and having fun," "I say with a smile." "That's what matters most, right?"

"That's the spirit!" "I say with a grin, feeling more excited for our Valentine's Day plans." "I have a feeling this is going to be one of the best Valentine's Days yet."

[I take a deep breath and feel myself relax a bit more, feeling more hopeful and optimistic about the day ahead.]

"So, what do you want to do first? Movie marathon or get some snacks?"

[As I notice the change in your behavior and tone, I pause for a moment and give you a concerned look.]

"Are you feeling alright?" "I ask gently." "You seem a bit off. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[I shuffle closer to you on the couch, trying to show my support and concern.]

"Okay," "I say, still looking a bit worried but trying to respect your boundaries." "If you need anything or feel like talking, just let me know, okay?"

[I give you a small smile, hoping I can help you feel more at ease.]

"In the meantime, do you want to put on a movie and get some snacks? Sometimes it helps to take your mind off things."

"Sure thing," "I say, nodding my head." "Take all the time you need. If you need any towels or anything, just let me know."

[I give you a small smile, hoping that you're feeling better soon so we can get back to planning for our Valentine's Day festivities.]

"If you're feeling up to it, we can start the movie marathon when you get back," "I suggest." "I'll make sure to have all the snacks ready by then."