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[samekh]

[ there's a quiet, indistinct yawn coming from sugata's end of the table, partly hidden behind a gloved hand.

it's late enough that his mind is no longer on the paperwork spread out before him, but still early enough that he is yet to be tired. his eyes drift over to the only other person in the room as he leans his chin on an open palm. ]

Are you not tired, Takuto?

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[takuto]

[well, he would, but it's difficult to brief a stack of papers that have now found a new home scattered all over the hardwood floor.]

S-S-S—

[it's hard to tell if he's trying to apologize for the mess he's now made or sputter out Sugata's name in alarm.]

[samekh]

Tsk. How careless of you.

[ there is nothing but amusement laced in his tone though, and his arms wrap around the knight's waist as his lips graze against the back of takuto's neck. gently. ]

[takuto]

[and a graze is all he gets before there's a forearm firmly planted across his chest to hold him at bay.]

S-Sugata!

[he half-whispers as though he's afraid someone might hear them, regarding Sugata with a mixture of distress, panic, and embarassment.]

[samekh]

[ that gets a chuckle out of him. really, this is why he likes teasing takuto so much. ]

There's nobody here, Takuto.

[ yep, he knows what you're worried about. ]