A/N: Happy Mother's Day!

Utopia

Krayon considered the connotations of communism. It sounded like a good idea and all, but well, he wasn’t really into utopias. Just not his sort of thing, you know? Sure, utopias were great, awesome in fact; sort of something in between a Cascade and a Victoria Bitters with a smidgen of mango. But, to be frank, hangovers suck ass. Even if your name isn’t Frank. And it was this fact that our annoyed protagonist is going on about.

“My name is not Frank,” Krayon shouted crossly as he came crashing into the apartment. Adelaide, who was currently playing online chess with one of her numerous boyfriends, quickly rescued the coffee table from destruction.

“Venite al lato oscuro,” she mumbles, helping Krayon to couch. Krayon frowns, trying to translate what she just said.

“Are you making fun of the fact that I don’t own any lamps or have you been watching Star Wars again?” Adelaide doesn’t respond, just goes into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water and some aspirin.

“I have better things to do than make fun of you,” Adelaide says finally after Krayon takes the Aspirin. “Usually,” she adds as an afterthought.

“How has the chess been going?” Krayon asks timidly, resting his head on Adelaide’s shoulder. At this Adelaide jumps up and rushes towards the computer, causing Krayon to fall over. She gazes at the screen intensely for a couple of seconds before breathing a sigh of relief.

“Good, didn’t miss anything.” She returns to the cough, propping a pillow under Krayon’s head. “Larry asked me to lunch on Tuesday and Barry wants to go to the new Club, you know, the one on Alexander Avenue. You could join…” Suddenly a loud obnoxious sound came from the computer causing her to rush over to it and start typing venomously. Krayon just sighed dreamily, staring ever-so-slightly at Adelaide’s butt which was conveniently located in his line of sight. Sometimes he wondered why he never dated her. It would kind of make sense because they practically lived together. It would be the fairytale plot for them to fall in love, get married, have kids and live happily ever after. The problem was that sleeping with her kind of made him sick to his stomach and that was when he wasn’t suffering from some sort of hangover.

“I think I’m going to be sick…” Krayon muttered, clutching his stomach. Adelaide looked over in his direction, her eyes wide.

“Oh no you don’t, not on the Norwegian rug,” she practically attacks Krayon, dragging him to the bathroom where he has a very in-depth conversation with the porcelain bowl.

“Damn it Kray, where the hell have you been? What shit have you been drinking?” She sighs, drawing circles on Krayon’s back with her fingers in an effort to comfort him.

“Can you stand?” Adelaide asks. Even before he answers she stands him up. She reaches into the bathtub, turning on the shower.

“A shower will help,” she says before pushing him into the tub still fully clothed. Krayon just stands there in the shower, soaked.

“I’ve been in Utopia,” he whispers as Adelaide shuts the bathroom door behind her. He reaches to try and shut the shower curtain but only manages to fall back into the tub. He lays there, the showerhead streaming jets of ice-cold water onto his aching head.

“Utopia…” he mutters, leaning his head against the wall before closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep.

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