I am flesh and I am bone

Kinda wanna build another pet.

Kinda also on zero sleep in the last two days and have been playing a lot of resident evil so I need someone to convince me to not make a dog that looks like the zombie dogs.

[ Five is in the garden, sitting on the grass with a big golden retriever seemingly sleeping on his lap, effectively pinning him in place. The dog's eyes are closed, but if one is observant, they might notice the tail wagging lazily behind him. Five has one hand on Sammy's head, gently scratching him between the ears as he tries to come up with what to say now that he's decided to announce his presence again.

He came back a few days ago after what feels like a lifetime away. He's found his other self, but he's been afraid to ask who else is around. Afraid about who might not be. But he's never been keen on wasting time, and while his memories are still fuzzy, it's better to rip the metaphorical ban-aid once and for all. ]

Ey, so...it's been some time. [ He's grown up, grown older, and even though it can't be seen because the dog is on his legs, Five left the damn shorts behind him a few years ago. There's also a tiredness in his eyes that wasn't there before. ]

I have two important questions;

Number one, who's not dead?
And number two, do we have any lint rollers?

[ As people can see by the sorry the state of Five's suit, now covered in fur, wearing dark clothes, and having a golden retriever as a pet is a bad combination. ]

It had been a long time since Five had been able to get more than just a couple of hours of sleep that weren't full of nightmares or hadn't been a blackout due to either an injury or just flat out drinking too much liquor. And well certainly it is a rarity that he lets anyone into his personal space, sleeping or not.

So it might come as a surprise to any of the house occupants, that happen to pass by the living room to find not one but two Fives passed out on the sofa. They might be even more surprised to see the pair huddled together for warmth and just general comfort. At this rate they really do look the part of twin brothers rather than two versions of the same person. This is probably the first time in a long time that either has fully let their guard down. And well they do look adorable while they are sleeping.

Anyone looking for blackmail fodder or to just enjoy poking the sleeping bear, now is the time to do it, because who knows when they will let this happen again. At least out in the living room...



[ooc; So this would be the day after Rey's date night with Steve, but before Five's post to everyone about how to tell the two of them apart. Anyone wanting to take pictures of them for proof that this happened are greatly encouraged! Prose or action brackets are fine for this fyi.]

Rey was excited and not as nervous as she was anticipating herself to be. Tonight, she was going to have Steve over for pizza and a movie. A continuation of an earlier lunch date which went extremely well. A great first "date" and now, she was going to hang out with Steve again. He was a very sweet fellow who made her heart flutter and she couldn't believe they met and had exchanged numbers.

Her siblings advice on texting Steve (though she did not provide a name to her mysterious "friend") had gone pretty well, except the advice did not cover what to do if the objection of your affection texted you first. That had certainly thrown her for a loop, but it allowed them to talk, make plans...and now she was making sure the pizza was ordered, the movie was prepped and she had everything else she needed: water, soda if Steve wanted, and plenty of booze for her.

Which...actually reminded her of something.

Rey had thrown on an over sized emerald shirt with black leggings when she remembered she had to send a text to Five...or one of him? Both? Whatever the case, she needed one of him to pop over before her date arrived. Not that she was ashamed of her family but...she didn't think it was appropriate to have Steve and her eldest sibling meet--not yet.

Hey--There's still some coffee ice cream at my place. If you want it, come by in the next half hour.

Rey

Shouldn't take Five (one of them) long to read the message and pop on over...never mind the fact she put a time limit.

Now, she just needed to fix her hair a little. She had been wearing it in a pony tail all day, and she wanted to let it hang down.

I don't have the brain power to deal with everything that is going on in this house.

I just want to know are we seriously out of coffee?!