“…Hmph. We’ll see.” He replied, a little teasingly. The other did seem to have an over-talking problem, but as long as it didn’t interfere with his work, it didn’t bother him exponentially. Besides, if it did, he’d be gone after a day or two anyway.
He nearly laughed a little at the sight of Sora being so excited over a simple view…almost. It was strange, like the boy’s excitement was almost contagious… Wonderful.
“If you enjoy the view so much, perhaps you could sleep there tonight, Sora.” He shrugged, “I may have to work late, anyway. My couch becomes a bed, more often then not.” It was only one night, after all. He inclined his head when he heard Sora rambling about some lights, a common sight throughout the city, and sighed before walking over to the window, surveying.
“Dunno. Could be. There are concerts every night, though, so it’s likely.” He shrugged again, judging on Sora’s enthusiasm that, yes, he would want to go to this event, and end up dragging Xeha along.
“…Not usually. Unless I have to, for work.” He explained. He’d written parts of his newest article at the coffee shop, before he met Sora, so he had no real event planned tonight to research for it.
“…Why? Would you like to go?” He found himself asking, “I would have thought you would be tired from traveling.”
Sora was quiet for a moment as he processed that, a stark frown forrowing his features. Who worked too much to enjoy the culture that burst out of the seams of every New York City street? And this guy was younger than him, too... that was probably illegal somewhere, and Sora couldn’t let the thought go.
“So let me get this straight,” he started slowly, leaning against the window. “You’re more likely to pass out on your couch from overworking yourself than from enjoying all of this?” he asked with a grand gesture to the skyline. A short laugh escaped Sora, and he shook his head. “Unbelievable. Okay, you may be free of me in a couple of days, but I would never forgive myself if I left you in this sorry state.”
Sora grasped Xeha’s shoulders, grinning like an overexcited devil. “We are going to hit up whatever that is, and then tomorrow I am going to make you a brunch so tasty you’re gonna cry, and then maybe tomorrow night I’ll be worthy of touching that treasure of a penthouse bed. Get changed into something more... collage-y, and we’ll grab some dinner on the way.”
With that, Sora strode out of the room, determined to find his best up-scale-but-party-ready attire.
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