Ghost got blinked at right back as Aoba processed that. “Ah…no, I haven’t started. I just got up.”
Setting down the glass, Aoba lifted a hand to his hair and gingerly picked at a loose tangle with his fingers as his attention drifted couchwards again. After a moment, Aoba’s feet took him shuffling off towards it with a vague, sleepy curiosity.
Standing behind the couch and peering down, Aoba spluttered a soft sound as he took in the full, ridiculous sight of a very large man in an even bulkier set of armor, curled up on a couch like a kid crashing for a nap after school. Even his face and his hair all tumbled over, he looked…well.
Cute.
Even with the stable-animal droning.
With his thoughts as morning-slow as they were, Aoba found himself staring. Or, rather, lost himself in staring, unaware that more moments were passing by than he was aware of, studying that sleeping face as if he might somehow learn something more of owner while he was, himself, unobserved.
...you just made Aerosmith their theme song (nottalking)
Setting down the glass, Aoba lifted a hand to his hair and gingerly picked at a loose tangle with his fingers as his attention drifted couchwards again. After a moment, Aoba’s feet took him shuffling off towards it with a vague, sleepy curiosity.
Standing behind the couch and peering down, Aoba spluttered a soft sound as he took in the full, ridiculous sight of a very large man in an even bulkier set of armor, curled up on a couch like a kid crashing for a nap after school. Even his face and his hair all tumbled over, he looked…well.
Cute.
Even with the stable-animal droning.
With his thoughts as morning-slow as they were, Aoba found himself staring. Or, rather, lost himself in staring, unaware that more moments were passing by than he was aware of, studying that sleeping face as if he might somehow learn something more of owner while he was, himself, unobserved.
You know, except for Ghost.