⸸ @eveningbluemoon ⸸
TV on: check. Cups and plates: check. His best blankets and pillows: check. Dimmed light: check. Everything is in place. He's shaved, showered and wearing a newer pyjama set than earlier. It's going to be the best sleepover in history.
When Kusakabe texts him he's there, he sprints to the door – almost tripping and falling – and opens it, peeking outside like a wary cat, just in case it was all a joke or he's dreaming. Both options seem more probable than the reality.
Higuruma could barely see Kusakabe; the items the man had brought over piled onto his arms past his face. A sigh of relief leaves him when Higuruma lets him in.
It's not much to carry them, but he had haphazardly placed object after object that the tower had begun to wobble. He manages to set it all down the couch without any ordeal.
"Hey. Ready for the best sleepover of your life?" He grins, waving the snacks infront of him.
"Dinner's here, I'll heat it up. Beers are in the cooler over there-- let me help you tidy up so your place isn't a mess of plastic right after I set the food up if that's fine?" Kusakabe asks with a small smile.
He stares, slightly horrified, awkwardly stepping around Kusakabe in case of an emergency. Is that how Shimizu feels when he stacks the documents? The risk dropped significantly with Judgeman on his side, but she doesn't know this...
He smiles back – or so he thinks, his expressions way more subtle outside than in his head.
I hope I am. Um, you can use everything however you want without asking. Maybe except my toothbrush... I'll try to keep up with the trash.













