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Snufkin was not a heavy sleeper.
He hadn’t a clue how he’d woken up at at least 2 in the afternoon, with a throbbing headache and an uncomfortable coiling sensation within his stomach. He pulled his dark, forest green duvet over him, ashamed. He picked up his phone, which was currently pinging ad nauseum.
He picked up the horrendously loud device and read through the obnoxiously bright messages blaring on the screen. Most of them were just confusing questions that did nothing to answer his own confusing questions. All he understood was that he'd gotten very upset for seemingly no reason and thrown himself down the stairs of Moominhouse during a party. And that party was two days ago.
His heart skipped a beat when he read the messages from Moomintroll. They were all pretty much the same, though they were from Moomintroll. Moomintroll! He was starting to recall some parts of that night.
Saturday night
It was a Saturday night. A perfect night for a party! Snufkin had been reluctant to go. Crowds? Not his thing. Egregious pop music? Definitely not his thing. But Moomintroll had gone to find the trailer he and his father called home just to invite the two of them! Moomintroll had even told him to come find him at any point in the night! How could he deny such an offer? Especially considering his father wouldn't've been able to attend due to some health issues.. He could pass any important messages along, he figured.
He spent a lot of the party on the verandah, sipping a very, if he was being completely honest, shitty shirley temple. Maybe Little My shouldn't follow her dreams of becoming a bartender. Especially considering she kept asking people if they wanted “glass in their drinks”.
He just watched the people around him, gently nodding along to the music. He didn’t exactly enjoy what was being played, but he could focus on the rhythm and tempo well enough to find a song it sounded similar enough to that he enjoyed and hum along. He took in the surroundings. The Fillyjonk’s children dancing in a circle by some wildflowers, Moominpappa telling various stories of his youth and various party goers getting absolutely sloshed to avoid listening. A pity. Snufkin thought. His stories were quite interesting even if they were quite unbelievable.
After about an hour of people watching, he decided to head inside and find something to eat. Or maybe find a friend to talk to. Hopefully Moomintroll. His heart beat faster even thinking about the boy. He took a few bread rolls from a small buffet table set up inside the large, sky blue house.
He ate inside, waiting to see if Moomintroll would be in the crowd inside, which was much larger than the one outside. This crowd included his mother and various younger siblings. And older siblings. And the siblings that are the same age as him. After a few minutes of waiting, the teenager decided to sneak off upstairs. Maybe moomintroll had had enough of the party and decided to go hide!
He hurriedly sprinted up the stairs, intent on finding his best friend. He ran to the fourth door on the right, knowing where it was after years of sleepovers and playdates. He knocked on the door. No response. He tried again. No response. He rapped on the door, louder than he had before. This time a broken cry of
“C-Comin’!” followed
He frowned, before slowly opening the door.
Nothing could have prepared him for the scene he saw when he poked his head through the door. A lacy white bra, grey leopard print crop top and black skirt on the floor. Moomintroll’s jeans and signature white hoodie splayed behind it. The sight was accompanied by soft moans and guttural groans of pleasure. Snufkin’s lower lip wobbled and his eyes stung. Heat flooded to his cheeks. Oh. He was with Snorkmaiden. That’s why he hadn’t seen either of them the whole time. Snufkin slammed the door as loudly as he could due to how little he’d opened it. The vagabond sprinted towards the stairs, not noticing the stray sibling crawling to the top until it was too late to swerve safely. He staggered and plummeted down the winding staircase. The last thing he remembered of that night was his mother and oldest sister, The Mymble and Mymble Junior looming over him. “Snufkin, dear! Are you alright? Stay with me! Stay with Mamma, darling! No! No!” were the last words he heard from his mother before falling asleep as Another partygoer he didn’t recognise ushered the others away.
He was now sitting up in his bed. Staring down at his wrists. One had a hospital wristband on it. He sighed, reflecting on the other night. It was Monday today. He’d apparently been asleep or had just not remembered a whole day. He rubbed his eyes and went back to staring at his phone.