[And it took five minutes and then some because really, all things considered? Hikaru Shinta is fucking exhausted.
If it was simply a matter of overtaxing one's self physically, this wouldn't be a problem. Here's a man who could, quite literally, go without sleep, drink or food for days on end if he needed to and still be as perfectly charming and quick on his feet as ever. That's the one lovely thing about not being human anymore: preternatural physique, metabolism, the works.
Once you add in Feelings, however, and Thoughts, all of that very slowly but surely starts to go out the window. And there have been Feelings and Thoughts a plenty lately.
Who can blame him, then, for not being able to wake up immediately? When he finally does, though:]
What the hell...
[That's muttered to nobody in particular as he's pushing himself rather reluctantly up from his bed (Mitsuru, you ought to note, is about as annoyed as he is based on the tiny and disgruntled mewl he gives the moment his master's warmth is gone). Then he catches the voice on the other side of his door. Who it belongs to.
The Boneyard registers a moment later. He knows, instantly, what it is, and who put it up, and how its arranged.
Snapping awake now, walking over to open that door, and leveling his gaze up to that face. What choice does he have?]
Josh, what's going on?
[His expression is carefully schooled, of course. He doesn't want to think about what this might be about, and he certainly doesn't want to start paying attention to his heart all over again. As things stood, he had barely made it through that latest club run in one piece.]
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If it was simply a matter of overtaxing one's self physically, this wouldn't be a problem. Here's a man who could, quite literally, go without sleep, drink or food for days on end if he needed to and still be as perfectly charming and quick on his feet as ever. That's the one lovely thing about not being human anymore: preternatural physique, metabolism, the works.
Once you add in Feelings, however, and Thoughts, all of that very slowly but surely starts to go out the window. And there have been Feelings and Thoughts a plenty lately.
Who can blame him, then, for not being able to wake up immediately? When he finally does, though:]
What the hell...
[That's muttered to nobody in particular as he's pushing himself rather reluctantly up from his bed (Mitsuru, you ought to note, is about as annoyed as he is based on the tiny and disgruntled mewl he gives the moment his master's warmth is gone). Then he catches the voice on the other side of his door. Who it belongs to.
The Boneyard registers a moment later. He knows, instantly, what it is, and who put it up, and how its arranged.
Snapping awake now, walking over to open that door, and leveling his gaze up to that face. What choice does he have?]
Josh, what's going on?
[His expression is carefully schooled, of course. He doesn't want to think about what this might be about, and he certainly doesn't want to start paying attention to his heart all over again. As things stood, he had barely made it through that latest club run in one piece.]