“Alright.”, Arthur hummed, while Markus cuddled into Arthur’s side. The two talked together for a while, trying to find a solution for Markus’ heat. Markus didn’t want to bother Bing with staying here, but he understood that a hotel would be a bit troublesome as well.
Arthur let Markus decide, deciding to work on his idea for his next book, writing in his notebook while Markus laid half on top of him on the couch. He wasn’t bothered by it, it was rather familiar for them.
Bing took much longer than he had told Markus and Arthur, going much past lunch before coming out of his room. He groaned softly before remembering the omega and alpha. He walked into the living room before tilting his head at the two.
“Hey, you guys hungry? It’s a bit late but I could probably make us something,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. He was pretty bad at remembering when to stop editing, he was just used to being alone and not really needing to cook that much.
Arthur had gotten up around lunchtime, mostly since Markus was getting hungry and he could tell Bing wasn’t done yet. So he went to the kitchen and started cooking, humming softly to himself. Markus meanwhile was still laying on the couch, listening quietly to a podcast on Arthur’s phone.
He turned to look towards Bing when he heard him, still a little uncertain being alone with him. “Arthur’s cooking.”, he mumbled.
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