︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎he'd stir a bit in his sleep, raising a hand to gently brush the other's away.

i don't that's good, man... you could like.. die or something from doing that

︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎a small smile would spread upon his features as he'd get snug.

oh-...

s̲tu.⠀ uhhhhhh....... like this for a small starter :]

︎︎︎ ︎︎︎he's waking up now, eyes fluttering open. confused look on his face. "uhhh... what're you doing?"

︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎making his way to the break room, setting foot in the room. eyes would focus on the pile of toast. "woah, what's with all the toast, man?" he'd question, pointing at the pile.

s̲tu.⠀ ough gonna try being active here again