Roddy stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He sat up and pressed the snooze button on his alarm clock. He turned around, putting his arm around Zak. “It’s time to get up, darling,” he sighed in her ear. Zak groaned into his pillow. "I don't want to," he moaned. Roddy smiled and nuzzled his lover's ear. “You must be a good boy and go to work.” "No." Roddy nuzzled her ear a second time before tickling it with his tongue. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and pastry,” he laughed. “Stop it!” Zak laughed as Roddy nibbled on his ear. “Stop it, you weirdo!” “Om nom nom!” Roddy grunted as he snacked. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around the two young men. “Are you having fun without me?” Hazard laughed as he hugged them. “Roddy is trying to eat me!” Zak exclaimed. “Zak is a bad boy!” Roddy said in turn. “Uh oh, does he need a spanking?” Hazard squeezed them and smiled. “He doesn’t want to go to work,” Roddy chattered. Who am I kidding? Let's stay in bed and fuck all day. » Roddy smiled and rolled onto his back. "As much as I would love that," he sighed, "this is today's chore. We have things to do." “Oh, yeah,” Hazard replied morosely. The young man snuggled closer to him and soothed him, "We can." Grumbling, the other two left the bed. Roddy smiled and followed suit. “Zaky, you’ll be late at this rate,” he said. “Come on, baby.” “I know, I know,” Zak groaned, picking up his clothes from the floor. "Ugh, adult life sucks. I was looking forward to weekends and summer!" Hazard scoffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled on a pair of boxers. “Boy, it’s easy for you,” he said... middle of paper ...... his cat Dodo was lazy. He gave her a pillow and a blanket before kissing her forehead and returning to the kitchen. “So, eggs?” He turned on the stove and began to gather what he needed. “Sister, if you decide you want some food, let me know and I will cook for you.” Cissy remained silent. Roddy sighed and continued his cooking. Hazard got up and walked towards Roddy. “His condition seems to be getting worse,” he said in the young man’s ear. “I know,” Roddy replied morosely. Hazard ran his fingers through her dark curls as he whispered, "She's been acting strange for a few days now. Maybe you should take her back to the psychiatrist." “Maybe,” Roddy muttered. His fist tightened around the handle of the frying pan he held in his hand. “But I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Hazard looked down uncertainly. "Yeah..." Roddy turned and smiled at her. “Enough of the negativity,” he said kindly. “Go wake up Isis."