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[lamentis]

               He feels like death — there’s really no other way to put it when he’s spent the last week or so cooped up at every possible work station he can imagine. In retrospect, he supposes that’s what he gets for taking so many needless days off just to spend time with someone, but a week of catching up is a small price to pay for actually having the means of achieving what he needs to. At the very least, he has the next few days off again. Recovering isn’t really at the forefront of his mind, though, not even when he’s dragging himself through the metro station half-dead with his shoulders hanging. Get a job an hour away from the city, it’ll be fine, late commutes won’t be that bad, he’d said. Seriously... It’s through sheer willpower alone he manages to keep himself from daydreaming about the bed waiting for him in his apartment; he has better things to ponder.

          He lets out a complacent sigh, marveling at the fact he can no longer see his breath in the air now that it’s finally starting warm up. ( So much for a White Christmas this year, he supposes... ) Pretty awful timing to be stuck in a scarf of all things, but... He supposes complaining about that will fall on deaf ears considering whose fault it is.

     Reaching for the phone in his pocket, he momentarily turns the music playing from his earbuds down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to bite down as he switches from music to his contacts list. It takes him all but a few seconds to find the name he’s looking for when he does. At a surface level, he hopes he won’t be bothering him texting him this late, but... it can’t be helped, can it? Not when he’d gotten off work at ten. If he’s lucky, he’ll still be awake doing research or... whatever it is he does at this hour. At least he didn’t miss the midnight mark; it’s only eleven now, right?

               He glances up at the stairs leading out of the station and sighs, dropping down on a nearby bench and shrugging off his jacket to rest over his legs. He’s already mentally going over everything in his head... He’d gotten everything he needed from a materialistic standpoint, he’s sure, but... He hums and rests his chin on his hand.

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) Hey, Ken, you’re still awake right? Sorry if you’re not and I’m suddenly just the asshole who woke you up.

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) I know it’s late, but could you meet me at the train station between our houses? If you’re not already busy, I was hoping you’d stay with me tonight.

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) Last minute, I know, I’m sorry... I wasn’t sure if I’d get off before midnight, but it’s your birthday in an hour, so... That’s... kinda like bringing in the New Year or something, right... Except, like, more important.

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) I’m making excuses, just, you know. I have something I want to talk to you about. It’s reeeeaaaally important. Super duper important! But also gifts!! Birthday gifts!! That’s what really matters, right. 👏

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) jbejhrgbnjehrbng

( ✉ → my arch nemesisღ ) If you’re up to it, I’ll be waiting at the station. We can walk to the apartment together? ... I really want to see you. Please consider it. Doki.

@rationalclover.