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It's warm, it's nice. A stray blinding beam cut through the curtains, but Cabby could care less about her own sight anyway.
Still a touch groggy, she turns to her side, wrapping an arm around Test Tube, pushing her face into the other to block out the sunlight. It chuckled in response, throwing an arm haphazardly around her, pulling her closer. Nuzzling further against them, Cabby plants a kiss against their skin, and they laugh again in return, carding a hand through her hair.
Cabby relishes in this moment, taking it all in. Their smell, faintly of a chemical-like sanitizer but a forefront of the lavender detergent that Cabby had convinced them to switch to when she first moved in. It's jittery arms that tells her it has already been up for a while long before her, possibly by an hour or so based on literally any other day. She would think she could wake up earlier after all this time together, but their sleep schedules stayed nearly identical.
“Morning…” Cabby finally croaks out, pulling away from her partner and wincing at that damned sunbeam she claimed she didn't care about earlier, burrowing herself back against the pillows.
“Morning sleepy.” Test Tube responds swiftly, a humored lilt in its tone. They shuffle out from under the covers, starting their own routine almost instantly. Cabby used to feel bad for keeping them from starting their day, but enough reassurance was thrust upon her until eventually she truly believed it was no issue.
It tugs the curtains fully close before rifling through a dresser drawer, and Cabby is eternally grateful for that decision, finally prying her face out of their pillows. She stretches, a few joints popping at the movement. She feels tension in her hip, and she knows that is bound to crack soon as well as she wants to get up. Though, the hip is stubborn most of the time, taking extra effort to release that tension while also having to grit through the striking pain. She lays flat on her back, right knee in the air, and she slowly brings it down to her right. Placing a hand on her knee, she rotates her hip joint a few times before it finally pops in place and she breathes out in relief.
“Oof, I could hear that over here…” Test Tube chimes sympathetically as it pulls its tank binder over its head. They grab a pill bottle off the top of the dresser. “Ibuprofen?” They ask, turning to hold it out to Cabby.
Cabby shakes her head, though, not taking the shaking bottle from Test Tube's trembling hands. “I'll be fine. Are you alright?”
Test Tube shrugs, putting the pill bottle back on the dresser top, back turned to Cabby. They hum noncommittally. “Tremors are still off the rails a bit, but hopefully that subsides soon.”
Cabby stands, a hand placed on the mattress for stability as she slowly walks down the side of the bed, across their quaint bedroom. She reaches Test Tube's side, a hand on top of the dresser to keep her balanced, the other placed gently against Test Tube's back, thumb rubbing across the small stretch of skin still showing. “It'll be alright. Whether it works or not, I'll still be here. We'll just be two disabled queers, together.”
Test Tube snorts at that, easily catching onto Cabby's own humor, and she smiles back at them. “Together…” It repeats softly, dopey grin across it's face as it gazes lovingly at it's partner.
Good lord that woman knows how to make Cabby's heart skip… A punchy breath out her nose, Cabby leans against Test Tube. She lets them readjust before slowly rocking back and forth on her heels. She hums contently, resting her chin against Test Tube's shoulder.
“I'll never get ready at this rate.” Test Tube jokes, stiffling their own giggling.
“You say that like you were planning on going out somewhere.” Cabby teases.
“Why? Wanna pry on my outside life, Cabs?” Test Tube throws the teasing back with ease.
“We all know you were just gonna go lay on the couch and hog the livingroom fan all day.”
“As if…! I graciously share my spot with you every time, and I get shoved out. Every time…!”
They both laugh at the absurdity of their faux argument.
Cabby sighs, gazing up at her partner with a fond smile.
Test Tube huffs, but smiles softly as well. “You're a dork.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah…