[ ...this evening sure happened, didn't it? At least the rest of the night after tea was relatively uneventful (even with the parade of vegetarian dishes) if you ignored the lingering awkwardness of essentially pushing Saphir out of house and home, literally. It really didn't bother Hikage at all to be honest, and the movie as bizarre as it was (that sure was one take on Abraham Lincoln) proved a relatively pleasant backdrop for the low hum that had settled into his mind. A mix of jetlag, kicked up nostalgia, and turbulent emotions were one hell of a mix.
By the time they get back to the hotel and their room though, it's pretty much all coalesced into a haze of sleepiness. This suite is massive just like all their accommodations tend to be, and it's just a story of Hikage's life that he's getting used to it. The staircase was kind of novel, though. Maybe he'll check out the view tomorrow because right now all he wants to do is curl up in the blankets now that he's changed into sleepwear (top button undone of course because some things never change even past miasma and murder).
He wastes no time climbing into bed, half stifling a yawn. This has gotten somewhat normal too, though it usually takes the sweet taste of sake for them to have a repeat of that first night they spent together. ]
Shoes, bed...you? [ A repeat of that list with a sensible rearrangement, but it's really quite fitting given the state of his mind right now. It's also an invitation that he's willing to get close without explicitly stating it, because the past few hours of having to muffle his affection were enough. ]
blanket comforts
By the time they get back to the hotel and their room though, it's pretty much all coalesced into a haze of sleepiness. This suite is massive just like all their accommodations tend to be, and it's just a story of Hikage's life that he's getting used to it. The staircase was kind of novel, though. Maybe he'll check out the view tomorrow because right now all he wants to do is curl up in the blankets now that he's changed into sleepwear (top button undone of course because some things never change even past miasma and murder).
He wastes no time climbing into bed, half stifling a yawn. This has gotten somewhat normal too, though it usually takes the sweet taste of sake for them to have a repeat of that first night they spent together. ]
Shoes, bed...you? [ A repeat of that list with a sensible rearrangement, but it's really quite fitting given the state of his mind right now. It's also an invitation that he's willing to get close without explicitly stating it, because the past few hours of having to muffle his affection were enough. ]