(this will hopefully lighten the mood a bit :D)
Honey nodded silently and moved to the edge of the bed. He seemed nervous. Unlike Lovey, who tugged on her hair, he fidgeted with his clothes. Tugging his collar, adjusting his sleeves. After a moment, he stood. His legs weren’t quite steady. He staggered to the nearest wall and used it to prop himself up. His complexion was so unusually pale that he stood out in the relative darkness of the room.
Arquis stood, tucked the ice cream under one arm, and picked Honey’s shorts up from the floor. There was a key inside the left pocket. After getting permission, he wrapped his free arm around Honey’s shoulders. Honey leaned on him as he opened the door. He could feel the blonde’s every shallow breath, the way he tensed when the hallway came into view. He was putting on a brave face, but it was obvious that he was terrified. As they stepped out together, he instantly scanned the hall before giving any directions. First was a left, and then, after a little while, a right. There were sounds still coming through doors, but nobody else was out of their rooms.
They ended up at a random door that looked like all of the rest. There was no identifying label on it. Arquis figured this was a safety measure and slid the key into the lock. It opened with a click.
Honey’s room was lovely. His bed was smothered in a mess of fluffy blankets and pillows, and he had drawings hung up all over the walls. There was a massive wardrobe that was neatly arranged to show off an array of clothing. One half held clothes that were likely worn for work, including shorts, small dresses, sheer tights, various undergarments, and ripped shirts. The other was full of sweaters, sweatpants, and soft socks. Something also smelled fantastic. It was likely some kind of perfume, one that was scented like vanilla and buttercream.
Honey pulled away from Arquis and whistled softly. “Sugar? Sugar, you in here?”
The blankets on the bed began to wiggle, and a snout poked out. Seconds later, a little, longhaired dog emerged, blinking groggily yet wagging its light brown tail. It trotted to the edge of the bed, and Honey scooped it up.
“This is Sugar,” he said happily, and Arquis realized he was in fact introducing them to the dog. Sugar stuck out her tongue and wagged her tail furiously. “We’re not supposed to have pets here, but her mama died when she was a puppy, and, well, I couldn’t just leave her, y’know?”