Tommy

Tommy woke up late, got the feel of it before he even opened his eyes. His head was disgustingly heavy… Damn, why had he been drinking at all yesterday? Where does that smell come from in their bedroom? Anis... Fox can't stand this stench... Opening his eyes, which also ached, he rubbed his temples and rolled onto his side with a sigh. If Kitty is at home, ridicule cannot be avoided ... Tom froze, afraid to move, as if he saw next to him at least a viper. Dark, long, glossy strands scattered over the pillow could not belong to his Kitsune.

“Tom, just for an hour, huh?” You became a bore, so she trained you! You don't jump through the hoop on cotton?

- Don't talk nonsense ... I just want to go home. We have a child.

You might think there is no one to look after him.

- There is. I miss you already,” Tom smiled, as if justifying himself to his bass player for being so domesticated.

- Well, let's go ... Call her, is this a problem? Under-the-blue…

- Shut up, huh?

Reeling back from the sle