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[ 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?
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?