@doctorromantic || cont’d.
Strewn across either end of the couch were various paperwork needing attention and approval, the pile dwindling by the second with both their hands sorting through it. Being a professor, formerly if his current role as a Pseudo Servant left anything to be said, meant he had experience in handling his own fair share of documents and comprehending their text, figuring out what was asked of them before passing them down the line to someone else. Didn’t make it any less tedious, but when one sole person had to carry all that responsibility amongst other duties, it was no wonder that Romani found himself growing tired. “Perhaps it is not so much boring as it is you need to sleep,” he remarked, mimicking actions and placing papers onto the table to join the other’s, “Waking up with a fresh mind will result in more productive work.”
But the Caster shouldn’t have to tell that to him. As if on cue, warmth fell upon his chest, apricot strands tickling beneath his chin as Romani rested against him. “You’ll hurt your neck if you try to sleep like that,” was muttered, a tentative arm coming to wrap around shoulders. “A few minutes...” A scoff, gloved fingers coming to tuck hair away from Romani's face. “A full night is what you need than a nap.”
