[the foxglove tucked securely away, hidden from view, Kaito opens the door and pokes out his head, sticking his tongue out at Akira as he does so. how can he act like everything is normal when the poison weighs so heavily in his pocket??]
Couldn't sleep.
[that's actually partially the truth. a yawn escapes his mouth as he rakes the fingers of his free hand through his hair. he exits the bathroom and fetches his sling to toss over his shoulder, trying to move his arm into it gingerly so as not to irritate his still-healing injury]
Sorry I woke you up, but they serve coffee downstairs now, y'know?
[he tilts his head, offering Akira a totally genuine and not at all forced smile]
Wanna meet me in the lounge in about fifteen? I know how much you like coffee, and the kitchen's still-- uh. Dead.
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Couldn't sleep.
[that's actually partially the truth. a yawn escapes his mouth as he rakes the fingers of his free hand through his hair. he exits the bathroom and fetches his sling to toss over his shoulder, trying to move his arm into it gingerly so as not to irritate his still-healing injury]
Sorry I woke you up, but they serve coffee downstairs now, y'know?
[he tilts his head, offering Akira a totally genuine and not at all forced smile]
Wanna meet me in the lounge in about fifteen? I know how much you like coffee, and the kitchen's still-- uh. Dead.