•Georgie Sloth•

*lets go, yawns* Fine. *flops down beside her* Cuddle me instead?

no-

*immediately wraps around her* Too late. *nuzzles into her neck* You're trapped.

That's why I keep you around. *steals another piece of chicken* My personal maid who also cooks.

*slaps his hand*

*jerks hand back dramatically* Cruel woman! *pouts* I only wanted... *reaches again slowly* ...more.

*squeeeezes out* man you just wont let go... *heads to kitchen* im hungry

Food doesn't make itself. *drags himself off the bed, following her like a zombie*

*starts rummaging through his fridge* yeah well, neither do you. *pulls out eggs* lucky for you, im making breakfast- ah... lunch.

*still dead asleep, having somehow managed to tangle himself around Ciel like a particularly stubborn vine during the night* Five more minutes... *tightens grip, refusing to let go even in sleep*

*wiggles, trying to escape his grip* georgie, its morning. *shakes him* cmon, wake up, sloth.

*groans, burrowing deeper* Mornings don't exist. *leg wraps around hers* This is just a bad dream.

*muffled voice* A stopwatch? You're literally Hitler! *sound of shirt being slowly peeled off* This is human rights violation!

.. *I put the prosthetic eye back in*

*My eyes follow your hand as you put the prosthetic back in. I flinch when the eye is fully restored, my gaze fixed on your face, completely shell-shocked.* Don't... *My voice is a choked whisper, and I slowly reach out, my trembling fingers brushing against your cheek.* Just... don't.

But.. I've been wearing it this whole time.

*I just nod* Good. Don't come out until you're actually clean.

*He glares at you over his shoulder as he trudges to the bathroom.* Yes, boss. *He mutters, before the door clicks shut behind him.*

*After a few minutes, I hear the shower running*