Isamu strolled into the cafe a short time later, his usual satchel slung over his shoulder. It had a fresh omamori dangling from it, a new years tradition he observed without fail. Noticing Rekker, he offered a friendly wave as he approached.
“Good morning.” He yawned, and sat down in front of the empty cup that was waiting for him. It would not be empty for much longer. “Apologies. Last night was not very conducive to sleep, and I am now coping with the consequences.”
He’d been doing some productive overtime in the lab, but the troubled sleep was more a product of Minoru’s text messages waking him up. Normally, Minoru was considerate of their opposing schedules, but every once and a while, he either forgot, texted the wrong person, or impulsively thought it was too important to wait.
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Date: 2022-01-15 06:56 pm (UTC)“Good morning.” He yawned, and sat down in front of the empty cup that was waiting for him. It would not be empty for much longer. “Apologies. Last night was not very conducive to sleep, and I am now coping with the consequences.”
He’d been doing some productive overtime in the lab, but the troubled sleep was more a product of Minoru’s text messages waking him up. Normally, Minoru was considerate of their opposing schedules, but every once and a while, he either forgot, texted the wrong person, or impulsively thought it was too important to wait.