send me a ‘✿ ’ to see how my muse would react to yours putting a flower in their hair
A nap. All she had wanted was a nap.
A small break in the day had her dropped into a rolling chair with the wheels locked- a simple safety precaution, Wasabi would be proud- and her feet thrown up onto the tabletop of her work space. She lounged backwards, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Her eyes were shut and she attempted to block out the semi quiet mutterings of those still around the lab. Leiko would be utterly damned if she didn’t get this nap. It didn’t have to be a long one, just enough to make sure she didn’t go unconscious while trying to do actual work.
She dozed some for a little while, never quite getting to that unconscious state that she wanted. She must have been rather unobservant though, because she never even heard someone approaching. She was, however, alerted by the sensation of someone’s fingers brushing against her hair. Gogo visibly tensed up, before shooting up into a sitting position, her eyes opening as she did so. A small flower fell from somewhere above her gaze, fluttering into her lap. Her eyebrows furrow and she stares at it, before looking to who had put it there.
"What the hell, Tadashi?"
