Just Being Lonely [Nightstripe]

Head throbbing, vision spinning, Deith has never felt as drunk in his entire life as he had been last night, and this hangover was killing him. He hated the sun for being so bright, the wind for being cold, and he made sure to keep both out of his house when he woke up that afternoon, by locking windows and shutting his curtains. Even man-made light was unwelcome. Anything bright hurt his eyes, and his headache seemed like it was going to stay for a few more hours.

His stomach was also upset. He hasn't eaten anything since yesterday, yet he had filled it with alcohol still. It felt like there was a huge hole inside, and he had to fill it up, this time with something decent.

From his bedroom, he dragged himself towards the kitchen, which was on the opposite side of the house. He was too focused on getting something to eat, that he hadn't noticed that his front door was slightly opened.

He headed straight to the fridge. Surely he had some stocks, right? The light from the fridge was just as irritating as the others, but he had no choice but to look. He had bread, leftover ham, fresh milk, butter, some vegetables, a slightly ruined slice of strawberry shortcake missing it's fresh strawberry tops...

Missing strawberries??

Deith blinked, as if he was just woken up from a daze. He couldn't remember eating that cake yet... And even though he was dead drunk last night, he wasn't losing any memory. Confused, Deith looked around. Was the kitchen the same the way he left it last night? He couldn't tell. He shrugged it off after a few moments, grabbing his loaf bread and leftover ham before closing the fridge.
@"Nightstripe"

Deith was expecting nothing but a peaceful breakfast-- er, lunch-- no, afternoon snack?— and was about to start munching down his ham sandwich when the noise started. Having a killer headache, of course the clanging hurt him more than it normally should, and he dropped his sandwich back to a plate, and then instinctively covered his ears as the cabinet opened and his pots and pans fell to the floor, their noise masking the scream of the creature that caused it.

"What the fuck?!" he groaned, wincing as he let his ears go, but only to pick up the echoes the cookware-slide left. He was about to walk towards it when he heard small, really small sounds on the floor that resembled footsteps. He waited, until the small fluff ball finally revealed itself by jumping up the table.

Deith was a little surprised and confused, but his shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight. Even though usually, taking the strawberries of strawberry shortcake slices was a crime worth punishing.

"How did you get in here, you..?" he muttered, leaning over the table curiously. He recognized the Lonely; he recalled he's seen some when he attended that birthday party Sid threw for Lei. Ugh, he hated that day, and he hated himself for hating that day. But even then, he had already found the Lonelies to be quite adorable. Their adorable-ness was their best defense from him lashing out on them, because with that, he won't.

He watched the strawberry disappear into the fluff ball's tiny mouth. Curiously, he grabbed a slice of bread and tore a small part of it, then offered it to the Lonely, wondering if it would eat it. His head still felt like it was being crushed by two boulders, but for now it was forgotten.
@"Nightstripe"

"Hm... So you like that, huh?" Deith felt his lips curve to a small smile when the tiny creature started to eat that bread. It seemed to like it, so Deith gave him some more before grabbing his sandwich to eat it.

He left the table after a few minutes, but only to get some ibuprofen and a glass of water. After that, he returned to his spot, to prepare another sandwich. He was staring at the Lonely for a couple of seconds, before suddenly he learned closer again, attempting to touch and pet the fluff ball on its cheek. "You adorable creature. Are you going to stay?" he asked, quite suddenly. Maybe it's that part of him that's been very lonely these past few weeks, or maybe it's this part of him that found the creature adorable. One thing for sure was that he wanted it around. Even if it did cause a cookware-slide and stole his strawberry.
@"Nightstripe"

The table was really messy really quickly, but Deith didn't give a damn. This fluffball made him feel giddy, even when his head was throbbing, and he kept petting it, loving its reaction, until it moved to hand him a folded bread. Nothing inside, but it was still quite amusing. Deith chuckled, taking a slice of ham and sliding it inside the bread the small creature gave him, before taking a bite.

"Thank you, Fluffy." When he spoke, he gestured to his sandwich. An instant name for the Lonely! Deith never gave anyone a name before, but he thought it was just right to name this creature as such. "You should stay here. It's too lonely being alone in this house." He reached out again, stroking it gently on its chin with a single finger. "You can have more bread, and I'll give you more berries, too."
@"Nightstripe"