whew, i thought i was gonna have to crawl through your window again!
[ would have been a lot harder with food and drinks in his hand. When he's done with the sandwiches he packs it all up with the drinks and some shrimp chips in case they get snacky. he also grabs a couple of those microwaveable apple pies in case kenma needs some extra cheering up, and then he makes his way to the Kozume household. ]
[ somehow those three lines perfectly exemplify kenma's expression. tater tot? well. they are good actually but that's not the point..anyway.
he doesn't laugh loudly, more a chuff of air than anything but he is amused remembering the last time kuroo came in through the window -- a near disaster. but lively. much as kenma says he doesn't like too much excitement, there's something different regarding kuroo. maybe it's just how used they are to each other. ]
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[ when kuroo gets there, there's going to be just a bit of kenma's dark roots showing at the top of the blanket that otherwise covers him, and his phone is conspicuously set to the side, charging. kenma often wishes he could do like his phone and just plug in and recharge.
[ he knows that expression very well. he expects to see much more of it today.
after he kicks off his shoes, he goes straight upstairs when he goes inside, cause he has a feeling no one else is home for the time being. when he busts into Kenma's bedroom he's not surprised to see just the top of his head poking out of a complete blanket burrito. ]
Delivery boy here, at your service!
[Coming over, he gets onto the bed, setting his stuff down, then tries to peek into the blanket.]
Sometimes I wonder how you can breathe under there.
[ From inside the burrito blanket, there's a bit of motion just enough for Kenma to tilt his head at an angle that lets one eye come into view -- arguably alert for someone who hasn't slept. ]
It's nice.
[ He blinks, weighing the pros and cons of wriggling more out of the blanket -- on the one hand, delivery; on the other hand...he's comfy. A soft sigh followed by another yawn, and he settles for something in-between, not quite unwinding from his cocoon but also fidgeting enough until he's as far out as his chin, blankets sort of brushing his mouth. ]
You sleep with two pillows smushed together on your head.
[ Translation: that sounds much more dire. The slight smile on Kenma is so small it could be missed, but it's there.
His gaze darts around for the food, not sitting up still though. ]
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[ kuroo likes variations on a theme. ]
whew, i thought i was gonna have to crawl through your window again!
[ would have been a lot harder with food and drinks in his hand. When he's done with the sandwiches he packs it all up with the drinks and some shrimp chips in case they get snacky. he also grabs a couple of those microwaveable apple pies in case kenma needs some extra cheering up, and then he makes his way to the Kozume household. ]
almost there.
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[ somehow those three lines perfectly exemplify kenma's expression. tater tot? well. they are good actually but that's not the point..anyway.
he doesn't laugh loudly, more a chuff of air than anything but he is amused remembering the last time kuroo came in through the window -- a near disaster. but lively. much as kenma says he doesn't like too much excitement, there's something different regarding kuroo. maybe it's just how used they are to each other. ]
k
[ when kuroo gets there, there's going to be just a bit of kenma's dark roots showing at the top of the blanket that otherwise covers him, and his phone is conspicuously set to the side, charging. kenma often wishes he could do like his phone and just plug in and recharge.
he pulls the blanket closer. ]
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[ he knows that expression very well. he expects to see much more of it today.
after he kicks off his shoes, he goes straight upstairs when he goes inside, cause he has a feeling no one else is home for the time being. when he busts into Kenma's bedroom he's not surprised to see just the top of his head poking out of a complete blanket burrito. ]
Delivery boy here, at your service!
[Coming over, he gets onto the bed, setting his stuff down, then tries to peek into the blanket.]
Sometimes I wonder how you can breathe under there.
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It's nice.
[ He blinks, weighing the pros and cons of wriggling more out of the blanket -- on the one hand, delivery; on the other hand...he's comfy. A soft sigh followed by another yawn, and he settles for something in-between, not quite unwinding from his cocoon but also fidgeting enough until he's as far out as his chin, blankets sort of brushing his mouth. ]
You sleep with two pillows smushed together on your head.
[ Translation: that sounds much more dire. The slight smile on Kenma is so small it could be missed, but it's there.
His gaze darts around for the food, not sitting up still though. ]