❴ Bond. ❵ ▸ @hiddenfaced
deities must exist, because one is DEFINITELY showing their disapproval for his heavy drinking, here . . . not that alcohol was the only thing he had been planning to buy! that’s the first thing he can think of as he sees the tired stranger has no plans of moving. he’s plenty familiar with taking naps, or even sleeping all day on benches outside, but this is just ridiculous. he’d like to deal with this, but getting angry and yelling isn’t his style. instead, he crouches down so he isn’t looming above the stranger.
❛ Uh, it took you a while . . . to find a good place to sit here? Well, okay, TECHNICALLY I could go through the staff entrance in the back, but I don’t think they’re gonna be happy about that, no matter how sneaky I am. ❜ a smile plays on his face at that ── sneaking is kind of his thing, but he’d rather not get in trouble for it just to go shopping. ❛ Speaking of the staff, do they know you’re hanging out here? That’s gonna be AWKWARD if they don’t, yo ne . . . ❜
❝ Yeah, I was worked all day, and I just found this spot when trying to locate some food, ❞ as if this explanation explained anything, he grinned momentarily, a yawn interrupting him seconds after. Body stretched out with arms above head, the shorter listened closely to his newfound companion, even if he was interrupting a much required nap. If he wasn’t quick with this, he ran the risk of having Sato message him/call him to demand a session of STUDY, STUDY, STUDY!! ❝ Eh? Sneaky? Are you some kind of spy—like James Bond, Mata Hara, Giacomo Casanova—or are you some kind of robber on the weekends? You’re leaving me with more questions than you’re asking me…! So, Bond, you have secrets! ❞
Oh, right, the fact he laid in a doorway had been a primary focus of the previous conversation. ❝ Mm…? Store owners? ❞ As if he hadn’t considered this perspective of the outcome of his actions, feline-esque irises dart over toward the interior of the store; however, he seems to ignore the implications of his actions and draws his attention back to the one crouched before him. The delayed reaction of understanding himself didn’t seem as if it was on delay at all—rather that he was just regarding it with disinterest. ❝ Well, if they’re mad at me, they can remove me with a broom, hn? ❞














