( @strangcland . ) // sebastian smythe & tadashi hamada.
“ oh, welcome home, honey, ” sebastian teases loudly the second he hears the sound of a door opening & keys clinking together. “ you’re back early, ” he yawns as he stretches from where long limbs are draped over the soft couch. he had woken up a while ago to do errands, had brunch with chris & leorio, before he came back home to get a nap in before work started. when sebastian squints at tadashi, admittedly bleary-eyed, he sits up, albeit just a tad wobbly. “ please tell me you bought those dumplings from the food court at the university ? leo said they were out when he stopped by, but it was so cute how he thought he could lie to me about it as if he doesn’t start to pout when he does. ”
he’s not drunk, just delightfully buzzed. it’s probably obvious, too; & he wonders when tadashi’s gonna break out into lecture at this point. sebastian would rather die than admit it, but he does think it’s oddly endearing how much tadashi cares about his health. as he grabs the television to turn it down, only now does he notice the time. damn --- 2pm ? man, not too bad. he could probably grab a super early dinner in between naps. “ uh, hey, future nobel prize winner, don’t you have that class you’re supposed to be ta-ing right now ? ”
