[Neither of them are getting much in the line of proper rest. Grey dozes on and off throughout most of the night, his thoughts rarely further than the man in his arms. While Manabu is fidgety, Grey is fairly still; however, both of them are fairly sweaty by the end of the night. It's a damn shame they're no longer staying upstairs from a laundromat.
Eventually the sun rises, climbing the sky far enough that a bit of actual sunlight penetrates the room and fills it with dim light. When Grey opens his eyes and stares blearily out across the floor, he can finally see that the carpet is green.
He feels vaguely proud of himself for being able to identify the color. Green's a tricky one.
Grey winds up staring at the carpet for a long enough period of time for it to be embarrassing before he finally shifts his head to peek down at Manabu.]
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on 2025-01-18 11:28 pm (UTC)Eventually the sun rises, climbing the sky far enough that a bit of actual sunlight penetrates the room and fills it with dim light. When Grey opens his eyes and stares blearily out across the floor, he can finally see that the carpet is green.
He feels vaguely proud of himself for being able to identify the color. Green's a tricky one.
Grey winds up staring at the carpet for a long enough period of time for it to be embarrassing before he finally shifts his head to peek down at Manabu.]