what they're worth.

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[just on the kitchen table, it looks like someone isn't quite too fond of sleep...]



[police should never be asleep on the job, but it looks like those donuts aren't finished.]

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[sits across the table, props himself up with his elbows with a wide smile]

[excited shout] HI!

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[jfks;afa jerks awake, spilling hot coffee all over his front. yelp.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[stunned guilt] Woah, sorry about that! Didn't mean to scare you THAT bad.

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[sullk. pulls the shirt away from his skin, starting to take it off. siiiigh.]

It's fine. Guess I shouldn't be this sleepy.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

Prolly not. [bites into the seasalt ice cream he just got out of the freezer]

Why are you so tired?

[13th.livejournal.com]

[soft, warm snickering fills the room around him, and soon small hands are on his shoulders, massaging softly.]

Clearly not a morning person, are you?

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[he gives a flinch, but calms down as he recognizes those hands.]

Mm... not really.

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(older Namine with a cast on her left arm wants to be helpful)

Do you want something to eat?