[ it's almost eleven, and shinji has nothing but plans to crash early after two days of studying and three hours of lab work. which is why opening his bedroom door and finding a lump under his covers is momentarily really, really aggravating.
don't you have your own bed, he almost grumbles, but doesn't have the energy or inclination to be mad. he sheds his hoodie to toss it on his much-beloved desk chair, and then slides his hand under the covers to lift it up and duck under. ]
Ei-jun, move over. [ said with urgency, but fondly, and he settles one knee on the mattress, then the other, before he flops down, throwing an arm over eijun. he's feeling a lot less tired at the moment. ]
i'm sure you didn't think i'd pass this up... d or b or something
don't you have your own bed, he almost grumbles, but doesn't have the energy or inclination to be mad. he sheds his hoodie to toss it on his much-beloved desk chair, and then slides his hand under the covers to lift it up and duck under. ]
Ei-jun, move over. [ said with urgency, but fondly, and he settles one knee on the mattress, then the other, before he flops down, throwing an arm over eijun. he's feeling a lot less tired at the moment. ]