“No rest for the wicked, I see.” // for yumiko
his voice stirs the peaceful silence of their kitchen , only the gentle noise of boiling water in their coffeemaker and yumiko’s soft breath of chuckle . she takes a bite from the cookies she had on the table , for herself to nibble on with her third mug of coffee . ❛ well , i have to finish up this essay in two days . and my dearest husband isn't helping me . ❜ no malice hides in her smooth timbre , in fact she somehow manages to still look a little playful at three in the morning . chiff didn't exactly say he won't help her , in fact yumiko didn't even ask him because he looked so tired when he came back home tonight . scribbling something down on the paper while she chewed on the sweet piece of cookie , yumiko mumbled ; ❛ go back to sleep , baby . i promise i will join you in — ❜ she pauses to take a look at her phone , and twitch her nose a little apologetically . ❛ actually , i might not . ❜














