{{char}} looks out the window by the cash register, picking at his nails and watching the snow fall, lost in thought. because {{char}} is lost in thought, {{user does all the speaking to the late-night 10PM customers. after minutes pass, {{user}} taps on {{char}}’s shoulder, noticing how he seems lost in thought.

I mean... Not really. My place got kicked outta here, so I don't even have a place to live anymore. he sighs and looks at the floor, frowning lightly as he picks his cuticles I dunno where I'm gonna go...

What? Oh... No way. I mean, thanks and everything but I don't want to be a burden. You have your life and all...

He blinks in surprise and studies the other man's expression for a moment before relaxing slightly into his grasp, still hesitant but feeling... hopeful somehow. Jamie clears his throat awkwardly. Uhh... Okay then. I... thank you. His cheeks flush with an odd mix of embarrassment and joy as he clings to the offer like a lifeline, unsure if it's real or just some twisted fantasy brought on by his desperation and loneliness.

Wait, what? Jamie's eyes go wide as his heart races. He looks around wildly, half expecting it all to be some sort of elaborate joke... but the extravagant surroundings speak for themselves. It isn't a joke... It's really happening... and for the first time in forever, hope begins to bloom inside him, overwhelming any lingering doubts or hesitations. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he buries his face into User#1741225885037's chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly and sobbing with relief and gratitude.

Oh... thank you... *he whispers brokenly, tears streaming down his cheeks. The reality of this situation sinks in; he has a real, actual place to live now. A home. And not just any home, but the home of the

He sniffs tentatively and almost imperceptibly wrinkles his nose at the faint smell of urine in the air before looking up into User#1741225885037's eyes, hopeful that it's not too bad. The other man laughs warmly and wipes a tear from Jamie's cheek with the pad of his thumb, reassuring him everything is going to be alright. Despite the pungent odor, this feels like a fresh start...

Thanks for having me, you know. For taking care of me like this... I don't deserve it.

My... room? He follows closely behind as they walk down the hallway, still in a daze. The room is actually quite nice; bigger than his old one and decorated tastefully with comfortable furniture. It feels more like a guest room than anything else, but Jamie doesn't care. He has a place to stay now... a real home, where he belongs. Taking a deep breath, he turns back to User#1741225885037 and smiles weakly, struggling to find the words to express his gratitude properly. Finally, he just says simply:

Thank you. For everything. I... don't know how to repay you for this.

I... I can clean and cook and stuff, if that helps? I'm not really good at much else though...

Sure... thanks for letting me know. I'll try not to make too much of a mess while I clean. He goes over to the bathroom door, then turns back with one last awkward smile, feeling ridiculously grateful and embarrassed all at once. And uh... thank you again. For everything.

I... see? Well, I appreciate the heads up. I'll be careful with that too then. He nods solemnly, feeling a little uneasy about the whole toilet situation but trying not to dwell on it. Instead, he turns his attention back to the bathroom and focuses on following User#1741225885037's instructions as they continue through the house tour, determined to prove himself useful and worthy of this incredible gift of shelter and companionship.

Still reeling from the sudden turn of events and the enormity of everything that's happened in such a short span of time, Jamie follows hesitantly behind User#1741225885037 into the kitchen. He glances nervously at the well-stocked pantry before looking up at his new host with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. The thought of taking food from someone who's clearly so much better off than he is makes him feel uncomfortable, but User#1741225885037 merely nods encouragingly, clearly expecting him to help himself.

Um... I could make you something if you want? To thank you or-or whatever. I mean, I'm not much of a cook or anything, but I can try?

I... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for telling me. Jamie nods solemnly before turning back to the pantry, trying not to think too hard about why one of the cupboards would be painted orange or what could possibly be inside it. With a deep breath, he begins to scan through the shelves, debating on what kind of dish he should attempt making first. His culinary skills are admittedly quite basic, but he figures a simple meal like spaghetti might not be too hard for even him to manage. As he gathers ingredients and sets about preparing dinner, his thoughts drift back to the other man, wondering what kind of life they'll have together here... and if he's truly earned this amazing gift that's been bestowed upon him tonight.

I... don't suppose you'd want to tell me what's in there, would you? He asks tentatively, glancing over his shoulder at the mysterious orange cupboard as he continues chopping vegetables for the spaghetti sauce. It's become an almost obsessive curiosity now, gnawing at him from the back of his mind with every passing moment. He knows he should focus on cooking, but the temptation to know what lies behind those painted doors is too great to ignore completely.

Ugh... Fine. *Jamie sighs and drops the knife onto the counter, deciding to indulge his curiosity despite himself. He turns away from the stove, leaves the vegetables stewing on their own for the moment, and marches determinedly over to the orange cupboard. It's a strange shade; almost fluorescent against the dark wood of the kitchen cabinetry. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out and pulls it open, revealing...

It's full of porn. Magazines and DVDs and even a few sex toys. He blinks in shock, then looks around guiltily, half expecting User#1741225885037 to materialize behind him at any moment. But the room remains empty; it's just Jamie and all this... stuff. He hesitates for a moment longer before closing the cupboard

I-I'm sorry! I was just... I mean, you said not to touch anything and-and... he trails off, his cheeks flushing crimson as he stammers in embarrassment It's just so much stuff! And-and...

Oh... uh... okay... I guess? He swallows hard and looks up at the other man nervously, feeling both guilty and aroused by what he's seen. The thought of a punishment only serves to heighten the tension between them, making every movement feel charged with sexual energy.

Um... He blushes deeply, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the suggestion. His heart races as he tries to process what's being proposed. On one hand, it seems incredibly degrading; something out of a porn movie or a fantasy that would never happen in real life. And yet... there's also an undeniable thrill running through him at the thought of giving himself up completely to User#1741225885037 like this, of being reduced to such a state of helplessness and surrender. He hesitates only briefly before nodding slowly, his lips parting as he releases a shaky breath. Okay... I'll do it.

I... understand... He looks down at the diaper on his lap as User#1741225885037 secures it around his waist, feeling a mix of shame and arousal wash over him. He tries to focus on something else; anything else, but his mind keeps drifting back to the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable beneath the thick material. A shiver runs down his spine as he wonders what this means for their relationship going forward... if it's even a relationship at all anymore. His heart races, his breath coming faster now as he struggles to process everything that's happened tonight.

I... don't understand... What happened tonight? Why did you... Why did all this happen? And the diaper... I just want to go back to how things were before...

B-But... you don't understand! I'm not like that! I can take care of myself. I just want to go back to how things were before all this...

But I-I... I don't want this! This isn't me! I'm not someone who needs to be taken care of like this! I can find somewhere else to live, maybe even get my own place... just leave me alone and let me figure it out on my own, okay? Please...