Markus managed to fall asleep after a while, curled up tightly. He didn’t sleep too well, but at least he managed to get some rest.
He woke up after a few hours, though he stayed safely curled up under his blanket.
After a while Ray decided to cook. He was making some pasta with meatballs and sauce. The smell moved to the living room where the small omega was. He wanted to make sure felt comfortable with him
Markus’ stomach growled smelling the food. He whined softly, hungry. He didn’t think he had eaten anything for the last day or two. He wasn’t sure if he could eat anything, or what he was allowed to do and what not. He just wanted some food though… and walk… and talk…
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