A Stupid Argument (Eric/Karl)

The late morning sun slants golden light across the end of Eric’s bed. He’s made an excellent breakfast of crepes and fruit and papaya juice, which tastes even better when eaten in bed. We’re still lazing around afterwards debating what to do with the rest of our day.

“Hmm, it’s Sunday, right?”

“Yes, and what does that mean? You look like you’re planning something.”

( I smirk at him. )