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Since the dateviators came into your life, it’s been amusing. You’ve gotten better at social skills, and it was nice to have company during the long, long nights.
But today was just—flat-out stressful.
Between the incessant arguing of Harper and Dirk, Freddy lashing out at you, coupled with the warbled cacophony of Johnny’s vocals and Jean Loo’s verses, it’s fair to say that it’s been more than overwhelming.
You had two charges left—deciding to use the first on Kopi.
She’s been noting how you’ve been dealing with the house’s shenanigans, and she wanted to do everything she could to ease your nerves.
“If it isn’t my favorite customer,” the brunette gave her signature smile, the kind that helped you relax, just a little bit.
“Hey, Kopi…” you sigh, slumping over the counter she was perched on.
“Oof, I saw a lot of what happened…” her expression softened, starting to pour and prepare your favorite drink, “What can I get for you today? Your usual, or are you in the mood for something else?”
You appreciated Kopi’s efforts to make you feel better, so you gave a slight smile, wanting for her to have her worries about you eased, “You’ve been practicing freestyle with your drinks, right? Surprise me.”
Kopi nods, humming to herself as she brews your drink.
Upon your first sip, you sighed in relief, finishing up the rest of the beverage in record time.
“You’ve outdone yourself with this one—what is it you brewed here?” you inquired, setting the now-empty cup down.
“Aw,” she chuckles, fiddling with her coffee bean scoop, “It’s just a mocha with a sprinkle of your favorite fruit—but I’m happy to help my favorite customer again.” the barista smiles once more, looking back to her little shop, “Well, I’ve got to clean up around here, so I’ve gotta head back. Come back tomorrow? I’ll have new trivia for you."
You nod, watching as the effects wear off, and she returns to your regular coffee machine.
For your final charge, you went upstairs—eager to use your charge on the bedside table—Abel.
You’ve always held a bit of favoritism for that cowboy, and you’ve noticed that the guy’s been dealing with his own issue around the house. A leak in the ceiling on the second floor, causing him and Celia to get soaked, the damn candle holder in the dining room running his mouth enough to drive him near mad, and the part that probably hurt the most—when he was looking forward to watching the newest episode of Yellowsewn—everyone was occupied with some other drama streaming—some messy reality TV called Love on Triangle Island.
Damn that Tina.
You sat down on your bed, aiming the Dateviators at the bedside table, and watched Abel materialize, noting the similar exhausted expressions between the two of you.
He looked up at you—just before slumping on the spot in the bed next to you.
“Hey there, sunshine…” He says, his voice a little more weary than usual.
You lean on him, and he wraps his arms around you—almost immediately.
“Rough day?” you mumbled, slowly taking off his jacket and hat, setting them aside.
Abel only lets out a soft grumble, before burying his face into your shoulders as he gently rocks the both of you.
The silence was loud, but as the two of you melted into each other in the quiet.
This was—therapeutic.
For the both of you.
After having to deal with various objects’ B.S., the relief that Abel gave you was pure ecstasy.
No wonder he’s the best support in the house.
Abel was in a similar boat—holding up almost everything in the house—dealing with the spills, stains, the shitfuckery of the house.
But you—he’s been pondering—who’d be the one to hold him when he needed it?
It was you.
The stars in his sky.
The sunshine of his life.
And damn, he’d be lucky if you used those newfangled glasses on him the next day.