Some things didn’t change no matter what world you were in: Aoba was lazy when it came to getting out of bed. Exhaustion and a month on a cheap air mattress countered the unfamiliarity of another person’s bed and he slept through the night.
His own variety of ‘morning’ fell somewhere late into it, his heavy sleep helping reset what otherwise might have been some serious portal jetlag. He fumbled through a minute or two of disorientation, remembering where he was and what had happened the day before, a process slightly hampered by what felt like a tiny red needle (or three) poking the back of his brain.
Shit. He hadn’t had much medicine on him in the first place when he’d fallen through to Decker territory, and he’d had to be more and more judicious with his doses as time passed and he had to realize he 1) wasn’t any closer to home and 2) his bottle was running empty. Whatever was in Tae’s concoctions, the concentration of the drug in his system had been on a steady decline…and now he had nothing left to bolster it with.
Thinking he was still alone, Aoba wandered out to the living area in the same crumpled clothes he’d slept in, his hair loose and a bit unruly from bedhead that he didn’t feel up to taming until his coordination was a bit better. With the back of the couch facing his direction, Aoba was just oblivious enough not to notice the giant armored feet jutting well past one end of the couch, shuffling right past it and turning on the water at the sink, instead.
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His own variety of ‘morning’ fell somewhere late into it, his heavy sleep helping reset what otherwise might have been some serious portal jetlag. He fumbled through a minute or two of disorientation, remembering where he was and what had happened the day before, a process slightly hampered by what felt like a tiny red needle (or three) poking the back of his brain.
Shit. He hadn’t had much medicine on him in the first place when he’d fallen through to Decker territory, and he’d had to be more and more judicious with his doses as time passed and he had to realize he 1) wasn’t any closer to home and 2) his bottle was running empty. Whatever was in Tae’s concoctions, the concentration of the drug in his system had been on a steady decline…and now he had nothing left to bolster it with.
Thinking he was still alone, Aoba wandered out to the living area in the same crumpled clothes he’d slept in, his hair loose and a bit unruly from bedhead that he didn’t feel up to taming until his coordination was a bit better. With the back of the couch facing his direction, Aoba was just oblivious enough not to notice the giant armored feet jutting well past one end of the couch, shuffling right past it and turning on the water at the sink, instead.