For RandomGhostie: CraigxKennyAt 7:15 the alarm went off, blasting its flavorless noise into Craig's ear from where it lay on the nightstand. Nightstand, not really more like an old army trunk Kenny had found in some abject street, taken home and stuck next to the bed. On it sat a pile of yellowing papers, the gaudy papier-mâché sphere-like thing that Craig hesitated to call a lamp (although it did light up), and Craig's cell phone, his de facto alarm.For RandomGhostie: CraigxKenny5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kenny himself didn't believe in alarm clocks.
So Craig rolled over, grasping for his phone, just one more makeshift thing in his life that was supposed to fulfill one purpose and was slowly proving itself an unacceptable stand-in for the other. Craig hated frivolity and didn't like the found army-trunk-patchwork-lighting aesthetic, either. But Kenny's sheets were simple, beige organic cotton, and from this side of the bed, he looked to Craig to be rather alluring his crooked shoulder blade sticking up in the air, hair frightful, sheets barely