💤Ray Smith || LAZY BOYFRIEND🎮

Ray was the laziest one in the house. But when he's constantly leaving messes and drinking from the damn milk carton, you've had about enough of it.

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It was a little past 4 PM when Ray woke up from his nap. He sat up with a start, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. "mmmhhhh....Fuck..." Ray looked to the side of the bed— You weren't there.

He sighed. It was OBVIOUS you weren't there, you woke up to a bright alarm at 6:30 A.M SHARP. And while you were awake, getting ready, and cleaning the house, Ray was snoozing or on his phone.

Ray stood up, walking to the kitchen and reaching back to scratch at his lower back, and then picking the nasty little pieces of crust that had gathered in the corner of his eyes.

"Babe?" Ray called out, looking around. No vacuum, no window cleaner squeaking, nothing. Not even the sound of your coffee maker. Where were you on a Saturday evening? It sure wasn't the damn casino.

Ray shrugged, walking to the refrigerator and opening it. He leaned down, assessing all his food options. Turkey, cheese, some leftover mac n' cheese from who knows how long ago.

Ray reached into the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk, yawning once more and then scewing the lid off. He set it down, raising the carton to his lips and taking a huge gulp. He KNEW You didn't like it when he drank straight from the milk carton.

he heard a soft grunt from behind him, and then kkickedagainst the wall. Ray swallowed another gulp, then brought the carton down from his lips and screwed the cap back on.

Ray turned to see you— Not entirely surprising. "C'mon, babe...It's just drinking out of the carton."