A/N – This came out of one of those 15 minute free-write exercises based on one word. This particular piece ended up not even using the word, but hey, we can live with that, ne? It really has no relevance, other than it’s humor, and I suppose that it does introduce one to Aerick fairly well.

I would have posted the “introduction” piece that I first wrote for this character after joining Tenth Muse, however I have long since lost the said sheet of paper, as well as a lot of the work I’ve done on Aerick. However, have no fear! There will be updates, and a lot of it might actually, ~gasp~, explain some of the story line that was his life before Tenth Muse and Anarchist Superstar. This is not one of those pieces. I have no idea if Ken will make another appearance, ever. If you want him to, he will. If you don’t, he won’t. Yeah… Anywho, on to the story.

Flaky

            Aerick yawned, stretching out in his bed and staring at the ceiling for a good five minutes. The sun was shining gloriously through his bedroom window, and he was sure he looked like he’d been hit by a truck. His blonde hair was spread out on the pillow and he knew from instinct that his mascara had probably rubbed off and given him the look of having been in a barroom brawl and gotten two black eyes. Head spinning a little, his stomach gave him a lurch and reminded him that he really didn’t remember much of what had happened after his fifth shot of tequila. He swore to himself that he did not have a drinking problem a few times, before his stomach lurched again and dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom in the nick of time. After he had cleaned up a bit, toothbrush in his mouth, he slipped into a pair of track pants and wandered towards the living room to see what morning cartoons were on. Typical Sunday.

            Stepping into the room, he subsequently gagged on the toothpaste in his mouth at the sight of a slightly crumpled looking Asian man sprawled halfway off the couch. That wasn’t normal. Letting out a muffled yelp, Aerick ran to the bathroom to rinse out his mouth before peeking back into the room. The man was still there, and looked like he was about to roll off the piece of furniture and land on the floor with a thump. The blonde wondered for a moment if he had been there all night, but then decided he didn’t want to know. Sighing, he decided to turn on the television anyways to watch the Sunday funnies while he fixed himself a pop tart in the kitchen and try to figure out what to do with the random stranger on his couch. He wandered back to the living room and munched on his pop tart whilst staring at the cartoons for a while. As he finished up the pastry, he sighed annoyedly at having stood so long and settled on sitting on the couch despite its resident Asian man.

            “What the hell- Why are you sitting on me!?!?” Apparently said Asian man had woken up. Aerick didn’t bother to look at the guy or make any attempt to move, merely staying put and pointing at the man and then the television screen.

            “You are on my couch. I want to watch television.” He went back to watching, fiddling with his hair a little. The man under him squirmed.

            “Would you at least let me move then?”

            “No.”

            “Why?”

            “I don’t know who you are, and I’m not letting a stranger wander around my apartment.”

            “Oh. But I have to pee.”

            “Not my problem.”

            “Asshole.”

            “Who are you?”

            “Ken. From California. Don’t you remember me?”

            “Nope.”

            “Oh, well we-“

            “Please, don’t tell me.”

            “Can I at least go pee?”

            “In the bathroom, please. Down the hall.” Aerick stood up, eyes still locked on the television. Ken grunted, but only after the man was gone did the blonde take his eyes from the screen and bite his thumb. “Fuck. What did I do last night?” He’d never brought a man home before, but from the looks of it, this time he had. It was going to be an interesting weekend after all.