For what it’s worth, Kisaki hasn’t budged more than a couple of inches.
He’s settled further into his seat, in fact, legs folded comfortably.
Absentmindedly scrolling through an endless list of emails
•••
slight stirs within deep sleep 、
but not enough to indicate him
waking up. it’s a miracle that he
can even doze off as easily as
this.
some time passes before he
finally awakens 、though lids
feeling heavy.
Fishing a handkerchief from his inner pocket, Kisaki casually ( Albeit quite gently ) dabs the drool from the corner of Mikey’s mouth, exhaling softly in vague amusement,
“ Just like a kid… “
Gross… - Yes, even if it’s Mikey, the more hygienic side of Kisaki can’t find any delusional justification to be excited for the other man’s slobber.
• • •
Though his posture is rather hilariously-stiff, Kisaki doesn’t dare budge from where he’s seated,
Steely eyes just a bit too intense; Peering, sidelong, while a particularly-drowsy Mikey droops against his shoulder.
@SIN_PUNlSHMENT ( Scowling in return — He’d be glowering, really, if he weren’t already so used to the older man’s ridiculousness. )
Well, you saw it. You can go now.
( Kisaki shoos, taking a cautious sip. )
@SIN_PUNlSHMENT ( There’s a subdued sigh… Followed by a subdued frown. Kisaki snatches his coffee thanklessly; Suspicious by nature. )
Don’t you have work to do?
( Tetta asks, unkindly. Hanma’s lingering, unwelcome. )
I’ve got a hundred and one different lackeys to bring me coffee.