Corpse's has said hes said he is 5'10 and i am unsure your height(obviously lol)
So whatever you are, you are now AT LEAST shorter then Corpse to the point you have to slightly look up, get help reaching, and that he blocks some vision.

I woke up to the sound of ticking. My eye twitched out of irritation. My brain felt like it was constantly being sweezed which ultimately means I have a killer headache. Last I remember was drinking at a bar far from home to forget about Harris. I keep my eyes closed just enjoying how comfy I am, but then the irritable ticking continues. With a big yawn I sit up and open my eyes.

This is not my room. I think panicked. The sheets are a navy blue, and scrunched up in different patches of the bed. They could of been the way they were for either two reasons: another person was in bed or I was just sleeping like a hog. I was double wrapped in sheets so I quickly take off the fuzzy white blanket to see that in the very least I am dressed. Well. Loosely. I wore a mans black shirt as pjs. Did I have a one night stand? I look around and find out the constant ticking is coming from a watch sitting on the dresser. I would smash it but it isn't mine.

I put my head in my hands and try my best to think to about what happened last night. I remember driving for hours, pulling up to a random bar, and then...nothing. I know I had a lot to drink but I can't piece togegher anything. Maybe I can check my phone? I think while getting up. My feet flinch slightly as I feel the cool black wood on my previously warmed feet.

Looking on both end tables I notice that my phone isn't on either of then them. I make the bed, despite it not being mine, in attemps to find it and sigh in releif when it pops up by one of the pillow. Sadly it's dead. I guess I will have to go searching.

I quietly open the door and peak out. There are 3 main doors and what looks like 2 closet doors. One of the three doors was including the door I had peaked open. The floors are a dark black and contrast the white walls, remaining consistent with the bedroom. A few paintings are up in the hall but none are photos. I really don't recognize this place at all. Maybe I really did come home with a stranger. I exit the bedroom and close the door behind me and walk around on my toes as it's annoyingly cold despite us LITERALLY BEING IN CALIFORNIA. I think annoyed. I hear a muffled voice coming from a room next to the bedroom so I stop immediately.

"Hello?" I say softly knocking on the door.

It goes quiet for a few seconds. Are they going to try to hide after I have heard them?

"Just a second guys. I'll be right back," I hear a muffled voice say.

After a few moments the door opens and I see a man with and eyepatch and a mask on.

"You're finally awake," he says. His voice is raspy and is still suprisingly audible under his mask.

Corpse! My brain says piecing everything together. Okay...but why Corpse? I think again.

"What the hell happened last night?" I ask rubbing my eye with my hand.

"You texted me to pick you up since you were drunk," He says laughing.

"Did we fuck?" I ask rather plainly.

This causes Corpse to choke and cough. "Ah no. You were a very innocent small bean yesterday. You asked me to help you get your shoes and dress off then you fell asleep on the sofa. I felt bad knowing I probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyway so I brought you over to my bed and I took the couch," he says.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry you had to deal with me like that. I know not to drive while drunk and I can't tell you how greatful I am that you put up with whatever I put you through," I ramble feeling embarrassed.

"What did I say? I either become a talkative nancy or a crybaby when I am like that," I question.

"You were mainly crying not gonna lie," he said with a chuckle. "You could hardly walk so I had to hold you up. You said I'm sweet, kind, and handsome while then wailing you were garbage. Then at one point kept repeating 'I'm strong' and 'I'm fine'," he says recounting yesterday.

"Ugh I am so sorry," I say shaking my head and covering my face.

Suddenly I hear the ping of what sounds like donations on YouTube. my head peaks up at the sound.

"Are you streaming?" I say trying my best to see behind him with out obviously snooping.

"Yea. If you want I can end it and we can go get your car," he says clearing his throat.

"Just finish up and then we can go. I don't have to worry about anything today other than a flight later. Is it alright if I cook? Did you eat?" I say looking up at him.

"I didn't eat yet. Feel free to cook. My stream ends in about an hour of so. Just ignore me if you hear me laughing," he says going back into the room

Damn. I was real out of it. I turn the corner of the hallway and try to piece out the layout of his apartment. The turn takes me to an open kitchen. An island with a white and gray marble top. There are three stools and then beyond the table of the right, is the living room. Opening up his fridge I look at all his stuff and decide to make vegan pancakes. I think I remember him saying he was vegan but couldn't remember for certain.

Better safe then sorry. Plus it's not like he has eggs anyway.

I continue to make the pancakes and clean up after myself as I go. After few minutes I begin humming to myself. Maybe a new song? I thinking of the lyrics. I hear the door of the fridge open and I jump a bit almost dropping the spatula I was holding.

"Oh sorry," Corpse says laughing. "I just needed more water," he explains.

"It's okay. Hey hun, do you like vegan pancakes?" I say placing the pancake on a stack I was currently building. and plate the pancakes.

Suddenly I feel a head on my shoulder. Corpse puts his hands on my waist and just stares down at the food.

"Corpse?" I try my best to keep my voice controlled.

"Yea I like pancakes. I have syrup in the fridge if you want some," he says not moving.

My legs are gonna turn to jello if he keeps doing this.

"When I'm done do you want me to bring them to you? I can bring some syrup as well..." I say quiet.

"Yea. I'd appreciate that," he says practically nuzzling in deeper by pushing his forhead into the crook of my neck. I feel his breath down my back and goosebumps start to form on my arms.

"I'm so fucking tired," He says aloud

"Aw I'm sorry. Hopefully you can sleep when I'm gone? I'll try not to text you so you can rest once I'm gone," I say continuing with the pancakes.

"It's not you honestly. Just sleep apnea," he explains.

"Hun your stream is still going. Why don't you hurry back and I'll bring your pancakes" I offer.

"Sounds good," he says standing up. He grabs his waterbottle from the counter and disappears back down the hallway.

I still feel a ghost of him on my shoulder and now that he is gone I let the blush rise to my cheeks since he isn't here to witness it. I turn off the stove and put some syrup in a small dish to pour. I didn't want to bring the sticky bottle because he was on his computer. I leave my plate on the island deciding I feel bad that he is wearing a mask in his own home and that it's best if he eats in the comfort of his office not worrying about me seeing his face.

"I've got the pancakes" I saying knocking.

Before he can get up to help, I use my hip at the door to pop it open. His desk is to the left which was strange. You think it would be straight ahead for efficiency. I place the plate on his desk and then give him the silverware that took me ages to find.

"He looks up and his eyes squint so I am assuming he is smiling.

"Here you go," I say "returning" the smile.

"Corpse! Not uh!" I hear valkarae gasp

He clears his throat and just goes "uh huh," chuckling.

"Who's that?" A high pitched voice says. I immediatly recognize it as Lily.

"Nobody. Just me talking to myself in a randomly feminine voice," He jokes

By then the timer runs out for the among us voting time, causing me to laugh.

"Sorry I didn't mean to I figured you would be muted," I apologize

"It's fine," he says.

"You better eat those while they are hot mister! I put a lot of work for them to be nice fluffy and extra syrup absorable," I scold.

"I will. After card swipe," he says chuckling.

I watch as he takes his small character and runs up to admin. He fails a few times and then he just looks up at me.

"Okay I am normally bad at this but You're making me nervous," he says.

I pull his chair out a little more and sit on his lap. I pull his keyboard mouse toward me and do the card swipe.

"There now you gotta eat," I say proudly after getting it on my first try.

"I'll go eat in your kitchen. That way you can enjoy your pancakes without worrying about your mask," I say heading towards the door.

He grabs my wrist and stops me.

"Oh um. Thank you," he says and cocks his head toward his plate. "For cooking,"

"You're welcome hun, oh! Before I forget. Do you have an iphone/android charger?" I ask remembering my dead phone

"Yea just check in the living room," he nods

With that I give him a kiss on the cheek and walk out of the room. I regret that. Now I have to live with my decision.

I put my phone to charge and begin picking at my own pancakes. It was cloudy out but no rain. The best kind of brooding weather. I hum again the tune I was singing earlier. Seeing some paper on the counter in the corner I quickly go over to it and grab some and a pen in a cup. How convenient ha. Wonder if this happens to him too. I write a few lyrics between bites of pancakes. By the time I'm done eating the song is done as well. I clean my plate and head to the bathroom. My bra is just thrown in the corner and I slap my forehead. I put it back on, grab my dress, and then head to the living room for my heels. My phone is slightly charged and I see notifications from social media but no messages otherwise.

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Might have to ask my friend where they got this shirt or buy it off of them. Looks better with these boots then the dress I showed up with haha

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After I posted that it was only a few moments after that I hear the click of a door.

"Alright I'm done," Corpse announces

"Corpse can I have your shirt? I'll buy it off of you" I say looking up from my phone.

"You want it?" He says confused

"It makes a good dress. Hikes up occasionally but I don't care to much about that. It looks nice with my heels," I say.

"Yea...you can just have it," He says scratching at his neck.

"Oh and would you be interested in doing a small part in my song?"

"Are you joking or being serious? Of course I would! I'd be honored really," he says

"Very serious. This is all I have so far though," I say handing him the paper

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