Drunken Lament (private for monsterrr and myself)

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"M'kay." He said, digging into his back pocket. He looked at them for a moment, feeling like he had forgotten something important. Shrugging he stumbled over to the door and put the key in the hole. Or at least he tried to, his first attempt had him poking above the keyhole, his second just to the left of it, finally he dropped his keys and bent to pick them up, banging his forehead pretty hard on the doorknob as he did so. He grunted in pain and rubbed his forehead as the went for a forth try.

Kotetsu fell short of yanking the man up before he could smash his head against the door, And the older man frowned at the welt blossoming on Keith's forehead when he managed to catch the other and hold him away from the door. "Here, Let me have the keys."

With one arm around the blonde's waist to hold him still, Kotetsu managed to work the keyring out of reluctant fingers and into the palm of his own hand. Shoving the key in the lock, He let out a reassured sigh when the door came open. Apparently, listening in on gossip really was beneficial sometimes.

"Come on," he urged Keith inside the house with a gentle push, His eyes narrowing when he spotted how pristine the whole place was. Once he managed to get him inside and shut the door, he pressed his back up against the wall and held up his hands.

"Now it's time for bed, Okay? Go to your room, and go to sleep." He tried, In his best 'reprimanding my child' voice.

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Keith nodded and headed towards the back of the house. The drowsiness from earlier was beginning to set in again and the comfort of his mattress drew him like a siren's call. He opened the door to this room and collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to change or get under the covers. Paying no heed to the fact that he had left Kotetsu alone in the front room he closed his eyes and within minutes was out like a light.

Exhaling the stress that came with lugging Mister Goodman home, Kotetsu followed the others footsteps to his bedroom, peeking in just to make sure he was actually asleep. His eyebrows knit, never the less a smile played on his face too.

Keith was rather different when he was sleeping. Maybe it toned down the intimidating air about him.

Trailing closer, He neatly moved the sleeping man over a tad to pull the covers from beneath his body and over him instead. The AC was on and it was bound to get chilly, Plus a hangover... Yikes. Tucking the blonde man in without really realizing what he'd done at all, The other leaned back to admire his work.

"Hopefully you won't wake up soon." He muttered, How could he be okay with leaving this guy alone all night when he was about to walk in the street just moments before?!

Instead of leaving, Kotetsu took a seat on the floor facing the bed. He'd stay here and make sure that Keith didn't get up in the middle of the night and kill himself with the fridge or run naked in the road or something. Pulling his hat down over his eyes, Kotetsu nodded off in a light sleep as well.

Perhaps today wasn't that terrible after all?

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Keith awoke and ended up face to face with with a blue comforter. Confused and more than a little disoriented he sat up and realized he was in his room. "What in the-." He stopped short with a sharp intake from breath, his head was killing him! Feeling his forehead he also felt a painful bump there. "What exactly happened?" he said aloud as he tried to retrace his steps. "First I got the call to go to Stren Bridge, then there was that whole fiasco, I drove to the bar and...and I met Kotetsu there. Though how did I end up-." Keith had just noticed said man leaning up against the wall facing his bed, apparently asleep. "Oh boy." he said, smacking his forehead with his hand before quickly drawing it back with a grunt. Keith must've gotten drunk and Kotetsu ended up bringing him back here. He felt embarrassed beyond words, how could he inconvenience the man like this? "What a guy though." he thought as he picked up the blanket that Kotetsu had draped over him and lay it across his sleeping form. He left the room, slowly making his way towards the bathroom on slightly unsteady feet to fetch some aspirin for his throbbing head.