felice || tsuna & flannel
flamingxsky
It was a little concerning that the boy sleeping on the park bench hadn’t moved in over twenty minutes. Flannel had jogged his dogs around the park twice and it didn’t seem like he’d moved an inch in that time. He was starting to consider the real possibility that he was dead. It was time for final exams...? Maybe he was just napping off a particularly nasty test.
Regardless, Flannel felt concerned enough to finally approach him. If anything he didn’t want someone to mug the kid while he was sleeping. Hopefully he was sleeping. He approached the brunette cautiously and shook his shoulder but received no response. That didn’t seem good. It looked like he was breathing. Either the kid was in a coma, or he was the heaviest sleeper of all time.
“Jesus, kid would you wake up.” Flannel shook his shoulder with more force to get him to open his eyes. “It’s no good to take naps on park benches; what if someone stole your stuff?”