Acknowledging that the body was trying to wake up meant that there was no escape from it anymore. The more he'd fight to stay asleep the quicker he'd be fully awake and aware and just lying still with his eyes shut out of sheer defiance. It was one of those fights that there was really no point in engaging in with his body and he gave up. Slowly stretching and rolling his shoulders, he felt the edge of the couch and shifted his weight to keep from falling off. Rubbing jerkily at his neck, Kyo squinted his eyes, readying his defenses in the event that sunlight was launching a harsh attack on the room. Luckily, the living room was pleasently dim. He let the morning blurryness clear out of his vision before shifting to a sitting position.

When he moved, his stomach and head seemed to both refuse to move with the rest of his body. The pressure and sudden lurch made him slouch back down momentarily. Kyo grumbled to himself. He still didn't like hangovers, he didn't think he'd ever really be willing to welcome them. That, he figured to himself, would be the day he should take a gun barrel and put it to the underside of his jaw. No thank you, sir, not something he ever wanted to enjoy. But now it was another inevitable issue of the morning he was going to have to deal with, because if he ignored it he'd waste half his morning routine waiting for it to fade.

"I declare war on this shit," Kyo muttered to the empty living room as he put his feet on the soft carpeted floor. Rubbing at his eyes to clear the last of the sleep out of them, he crossed to the little kitchen. Kyo, to his dislike, was just as clumsy in the mornings as he was drunk and immediately managed to crash into one of the kitchen chairs in the dark. It was the best he could do to swear very quietly.

The coffee machine clock read 9:14 am.

So, Kyo thought to himself, how long was it going to take him to find what he needed in an entirely alien kitchen?

He was still at Chovek's. Beginning his search through the most unlikely places - drawers, the fridge- Kyo devoted as little thought as possible to what he was actually doing and only a small bit to the night before. It'd been his choice to take the couch, which was just stupid drunk paranoia manifesting, but Chovek had let him after some minor arguments. They'd spent a few hours screwing around before relapsing back into conversation, though a bit more relaxed the second time around.

Closing another cupboard over his head, Kyo really, really hoped that this was not a one-night stand kind of thing. He really didn't like to think that he'd let things get that far along on a first meeting and was then going to walk away from it. Chovek was a cool person, he thought after they'd finished talking. He knew where he stood on the issue, but wasn't exactly sure if the halfblood felt the same way. It wasn't pleasant to think there might be a major misconception on his part.

Kyo finally found the shelf for mugs, which was even better than glasses at this hour, and grabbed one adorned with tiny giraffes before shutting the cabinet it was from. The coffee machine now read 9:26, and that was entirely unfair. No one, Kyo thought, No one should be up crashing around an alien kitchen with a hangover at this hour. Was it the weekend? That was even worse. Chovek's sink squeaked when he turned the knob, the relaxing surge of white noise from the water relaxing his stomach a bit. The giraffe mug filled up, which covered a drawing of a smiling face of one of the animals at the end with the dark water. Turning with his hands looped through the handle, Kyo was just taking a sip when he nearly crashed into the same chair again.

"Did you need something?"

He must have been being too noisy. Chovek, looking only a bit more bleary than Kyo himself felt, stood in the kitchen doorway scratching at the back of his head in sweatpants and a t-shirt. The look really seemed off on the halfblood, but Kyo didn't say so.

"S'cool, I found it." He nursed the water slowly, it was still cold from the night pipes and seemed to lay more pressure on his headache. If he just kept drinking water, eventually that pressure would get to a breaking point and he'd begin to feel like it was washing out the hangover.

Chovek, no more for morning conversation than Kyo was clumsily brushed past him into the kitchen and set about switching on the coffee machine. Good luck on Kyo's part, Chovek wasn't a morning person and so didn't feel the urge to switch on the kitchen or living room lights as he went about the routine. Still sipping at the giraffe mug, Kyo returned to the living room and gathered up the thin fleece blanket he'd used overnight in one hand. Even its soft feel was lost on him between the stiff neck and the hangover. As the gradual smells of coffee wafted through the apartment along with the gurgling of the machine, Kyo felt himself slowly reaching a point of functionality for most things the world required of him. His leg, he realized, really itched on one side and scratching made it worse. Returning from the kitchen with his own mug, this one adorned with penguins, Chovek nodded as he saw Kyo scratching at his thigh.

"How's it look now? I have some aloe if it's bad."

Excellent, Kyo thought sarcasticlly to himself, there'd been a minor blackout for him at some point in the night. It couldn't have been for very long, though. It was probably just best he make like he remembered it, at any rate. It sounded like he'd burned himself. He'd check it himself and try to remember when he got home. The source might leak back into his brain after some more water and a little walking around, it tended to sometimes. He smiled at the dancer who'd been an overly accomodating host so far, and Chovek managed a tired smile back over the rim of frolicing penguins. "Just itches right now, I think it's fine." As Chovek nodded in approving assent, Kyo returned to the sink for some more water. This time he managed to avoid the chair. Staring into the sink, he realized out of the corner of his eye that he was dressed in flannel pajama bottoms. "Hey, not to pry but...where's my pants?"

"You told me to wash them," Chovek sounded both a bit confused and exhasperated. Oh, right, he did kind of remember that. He in fact now remembered it turning into a rather lengthy exchange towards the end where Chovek had told him over and over he didn't have a dryer and Kyo had insisted he didn't care, he wasn't going to wear the same pants on the trains twice because bums pissed on the trains. That didn't make any freaking sense. "They're hanging on the drying rack in the bathroom right now, but I think they're probably still soaked."

"Craika, man, do not be so agreeable." He blew bubbles into the cup through his nose this time before drinking some, and immediately regreted it. Sneezing water into his forearm, he tried to continue while his sinuses started hurting. "Especially with me. Don't let me push you around, I'm-" He sneezed three times in a row, spilling water onto his legs, and gave up on finishing that particular sentance.

Chovek grinned again. "You're stupid?" The halfblood almost instantly resumed drinking his coffee, which meant he was quite done speaking about that particular topic and was not about to take it back, but thought it was really hilarious.

"Thank you so much," Kyo returned to the living room and stood against the far wall, finishing off what was left of his water. "But yes. Exactly. Can I borrow your shower? And a pair of pants?"

Shrugging, Chovek emerged from his penguin-populated slightly-caffinated wonderland. "Naturally. Pants are in the blue dresser in the bottom drawer, but I think you're a size or two bigger than me, so, good luck."

"No way, we're nearly the same height-"

"I prefer them a bit more fitted." With his eyes shut, Chovek stirred the remaining coffee with one finger and took an air of complete mock superiority. "I apologize for not wanting to look like a skater-punk reject."

Kyo had the most definative sense that Chovek was meaning every teasing insult with at the very least an absolute and complete sense of truth behind it. But, Kyo told himself cheerfully, at least none of them had been anything he particularly cared about, and after the talks the night before he was almost more than positive Chovek could have easily hit him where it would hurt a bit more than a burn on his leg he couldn't remember.

But, he thought as he left Chovek in the living room and began to look for a pair of pants that wouldn't scream King Of Taking it Up the Butt to everyone around him, that it was the morning after sex and if anything the communication between the two of them had opened up to a much more natural channel. He didn't feel so awkward, now. And that he had a chance to talk to Chovek before leaving meant there wouldn't be any taste of a walk of shame to it.

In other words, besides the fact that he was going to be wearing a pair of torn up jeans that seemed to have fallen right out of a cheesecake photoshoot and that he had a squirrely hangover that now made him need to take a piss, things were going about as well as they could go.

Throwing the jeans over one shoulder, he took a moment to glance through the other drawers for shirts...Which Chovek seemed to have a significantly less flaming sense of fashion in. Rolling a red and black mid-length sleeved jersey around his knuckles, Kyo found his way back to the bathroom and cranked on the hot water until the tiny room filled with steam. Before stripping down, though, he couldn't help but notice a duck motiff.

What was with Chovek and the Earth animals?

"So where is it you're going today, again?"

"It's like, this thing," Kyo was fighting to get the jeans to stay lower, where they would be looser and more comfortable. With his thumbs looped into the pockets and most of his attention diverted, he wasn't currently able to vocalize much at the same time. "A friend of a friend of mine is doin' it."

Cupping his muzzle in one hand and rolling his eyes, Chovek, now finished his coffee and awake, watched as Kyo seemed to dance from side to side wrestling with the jeans. "That's marvelously specific. An absolute paragon of helpful information."

"It's like some sort of radio-drama themed party thing and God Damnit, man, how do you stand wearing something like this?"

"They're not that tight, stop messing with them and you'll get used to it."

By this time, the living room and kitchen both had their lights turned on and both Kyo and Chovek had woken up fully. The half-blood had to drink two cups of coffee before that happened, since Kyo had monopolized the shower, but it was a fair trade. He got to enjoy watching the Hekshanian trying to adjust a pair of pants that Chovek usually kept for clubbing. Maybe he shouldn't have deliberately told Kyo the drawer where he kept his showy pants, but then again, it made them even for the entire fiasco of insisting that his pants go into the washer at four in the morning. And since Kyo couldn't seem to simply accept that the pants were tight on him and live with that fact for a few hours, his fidgiting around in the living room was a free show for Chovek.

He could see why Kyo had picked those jeans, really. If they'd been a bit bigger he probably would have worn them casually, as they were only torn in the knees and at the cuffs. But, as Chovek knew from experience, this particular pair was tight enough that even fitting a wallet into the pocket was out of the question.

"Why do you have these anyway?"

Kyo's complaining broke into his attention. Damn. "Kyo. I'm gay."

"That's seriously no excuse, this is even tight on my tail. I mean we're talking about a restricted area with extremely tight security, if you know where I'm going with that comparision."

"So change when you get home."

Kyo shot a glance over his shoulder, stopping his adjustments. "I have to ride the trains."

"So?"

"So I don't want people staring at my crotch the entire way, thanks."

"Your jacket's in the closet."

"You have a closet?"

Chovek motioned down the hall, Kyo giving him a measuring stare as the Hekshanian passed. The dancer couldn't help but smirk to himself. It was about time Kyo started to catch on to being messed with. He really wasn't that bright, but it was at least an endearing sort of cluelessness. When Kyo returned to the living room, jacket over his shoulders, Chovek did his best to hide his reaction at how rediculous it looked. Tight pants, a mid-sleeve jersey and a brown duster? Kyo looked as though he'd fallen into a pile of laundry which had somehow adheared to him. The Hekshanian was not as please as Chovek. "Dude, shut up!" Chovek tapped his jaw and continued to let his expression betray his amusement. "What, what..." It was difficult to tell if he was actually upset or only joking. Kyo franticly closed up the front of the jacket, buttoning it to the collar. "Is this better?"

"Now you look like a flasher."

"All right," Kyo waved his hands besides his face and crossed the living room, heading for the door. "I give up. I gotta get goin'. Hey," He paused, turning to face Chovek as the halfblood climbed to his feet. From Kyo's expression, Chovek knew, there were no real hard feelings from the teasing. There was that same slight look of worry that some of the Hekshanians got, the worry that they'd engaged in something extremely fleeting. So Chovek took it at sincere value when Kyo spoke.

"Thanks for last night. I guess I needed that and...just. Thanks."

Chovek lay a hand on the blonde's shoulder, rubbing softly through the jacket fabric. "You're welcome. Come back any time you need too," He lowered his muzzle, staring at the Hekshanian's face until Kyo was forced to make eye contact. That was another thing they avoided, most of them. There was still that lingering nervousness and guilt. It was Chovek's job to aleviate those feelings. "I do mean that. My number's on the inside of your book cover." Kyo's hand immediately dove for his pocket but Chovek's speech paused him. "Call whenever you like."

"Er...thanks. Thank you." Looking a bit confused, Kyo allowed himself to be guided to the door, where he lingered in the doorframe just a moment. Awkward goodbyes- evidently he was skilled in those. He hesitated, eyes darting back and forth across the hallway before giving a half-hearted wave. "See ya..."

Chovek smiled around the side of the door, giving a nod and the slightest bow. "See you soon, Kyo."

He was still standing in the hall looking awkward as Chovek shut the door.