A/N: Alternate title: "Pandas and Spaghetti (and lack of shirts"
So, I wrote some Dyr (DamonxCyr) fluff and I thought I'd post it here. WARNING: Extreme fluffiness. Maaaaaaaaajorly extreme fluffiness.
“Up and at ‘em, Cyr!” Cyr groaned and rolled over, falling off the couch and landing in a heap on the carpet. He blearily opened one chocolate-brown eye and stared at the blurry figure of Damon standing above him. Still half-asleep, he fumbled for his glasses, finally finding them a few feet away and slipping them on. Then he yawned and pushed himself to his feet, taking in the sunset light...