[Mm. He likes this silence. He likes Toshinori chatty too, but there's something lovable about this sleepy, silent man. He leans back, pressing against him with a fond hum, and draws another red mark on this essay.
Maybe the silence will last another ten minutes. That would be nice. He could just stay like this and get through his papers and occasionally turn his head to smooch his (apparently prone to English swearing, which is a delightful fact to learn) boyfriend . . .
It's silent for a bit, at least. Long enough for Jelly to feel safe enough to poke her squashed little face out of her carrier, and presumably that will ruin the silence, but maybe not?? One can hope.]
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Maybe the silence will last another ten minutes. That would be nice. He could just stay like this and get through his papers and occasionally turn his head to smooch his (apparently prone to English swearing, which is a delightful fact to learn) boyfriend . . .
It's silent for a bit, at least. Long enough for Jelly to feel safe enough to poke her squashed little face out of her carrier, and presumably that will ruin the silence, but maybe not?? One can hope.]