𝓢𝑼͟𝑮͟𝑼͟𝑹͟𝑼͟ 𝓖𝑬͟𝑻͟𝑶͟.

⠀ ⠀{ his eyes lift to his. *𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 “grumpy” now. } Hey.

⠀⠀𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. Grumbles.

obs.xn--6ii/ need to sleep but hoping to play around a bit tomorrow 🤞

⠀⠀𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨. Hmm.

⠀⠀are you going to keep asking me to explain everything I say, 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪?

⠀⠀*𝙖𝙙𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙨 the bun atop of his head.

⠀⠀because you’re 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 already.

⠀⠀let’s not.

⠀⠀𝙪𝙜𝙝. He can’t sleep.

.

⠀⠀{ Brownish hues lift to lock with infinite blues, *𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 with what sounded of exasperation, but Suguru was only mildly 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 by him. . . } Mm, how about we strike a deal? I’ll listen to you, when /you/ start listening to me.

⠀⠀{ Suguru rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. 𝙐𝙜𝙝, the taste of the curse was disgustingly /bitter/ on his tongue. } Might as well say what’s on your mind, Satoru. Saves me from the *𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 conversation later when you finally decide to speak anyway.

⠀⠀. . . 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩? 🫥

⠀⠀𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺． { *𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙨 then swallows the black orb he had just exorcised. }

⠀⠀Sorry, is my mood 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 you, Satoru? I’ll try to be better for /you/. { He grumbled quietly, adjusting the bun at the top of his head. }

⠀⠀he’s in a 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙 today.