The next day
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They both had fallen asleep on the couch together. It just would have felt a bit too casual and domestic to just say good night to one another. So Ryou decides to just wait for the spirit to fall asleep.
And he actually did, Ryou just didn't leave for his room. Maybe it was cautious to not leave the other out of sight. Ryou could not be sure the spirit's magic was fully gone, and even if - there were more than one item, especially knives, in Ryous apartment for the man to use.
... But the truth was more likely as fascinating, seeing him sleep. He is pretty sure the spirit had rested in the ring before, something akin to sleeping but also not. So this? It, was fascinating.
But also uncanny, it was like watching himself.
Ryou did eventually fall asleep, not meaning to, but his eyes just fall shut.
Luckily, though, he still managed to wake up before the spirit. Either the other had been more tired than he thought. Or Ryou's internal clock just refuses to let him sleep longer.
Or maybe, he still felt a bit uneasy about the other being here.
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When Ryou woke up, he made a bit of a squacky noise, before covering his mouth, seeing the other.
It... that night hadn't been a dream
Ryou breathed slowly out through his nose, trying to calm his heart, which felt like it was about to burst out of his ribcage.
It was probably a good thing he awoke first, it gave him a moment to collect himself and be on his own to just think. Carefully, he got up, glancing at the spirit. His eyes wandered to the bandages, they would have had to check the injuries again later. He also realized the spirit was still stuck in his tattered clothes.
Leaving for the bedroom, Ryou changed into different clothes. While also gripping something for the spirit to wear. He still seemed to like black, and it was warm these days. So Ryou gripped a black t-shirt with a monster world print and some dark blue jogging pants to wear.
He placed the clothes on the table, letting the spirit continue to sleep as he left for the kitchen.
Maybe we can visit a bakery or cafe ...
He wondered, not much in the mood to really make breakfast beyond some fruits, and they already had that.
Enjoying his coffee, he did eventually return to the living room, placing a cup of coffee on the table and a bowl of fruit. Placing his hand on the other's shoulder, shaking him lightly.
"Hey...spirit, it's morning ..."