[ he thinks better of it. it's like 3:52am in the morning....though...and he's somehow at the municipal gym, not even in his jammers but in a t-shirt and shorts feeling rather cold, presumably because he walked all the way there in just that...though apparently he had the sense of mind to at least toe on his sandals. haruka nanase does not recall ever sleepwalking not even once in his life, though he's had plenty of nights where he could not sleep at all. he thinks it would be less strange if it happened when they first 'arrived' here. but this is a weird development only now, months later, unprecedented as it is.
curling and uncurling his fingers, he sighs and exits out of his aborted message through the cerevice. his instinct had been to ask makoto where he is, if he's awake, but that's....stupid. he's at home surely. well 'home' where they both live. no need to bother him. haru will just head back....and thaw out in the shower probably.
though not without one last longing glance backward at the pool.]
[ it's just shy of four and the morning when he hears the cerevice chime, momentarily flash filament-bright by his bedside. eyelids bleary with sleep, he rolls over to the other side of the thin mattress, go grasping past house keys and various personal effects situated on his nightstand to flick open the screen. profiled against the amorphous dark, it's that much more strange, trying to decipher the sender's intent before realizing it's just a single word.
are?
makoto doesn't suspect that haru's just plodded all the way to the gym, motor control warped into motion by some rare instance of somnambulism, which is precisely why he digs a fist into one sleep-heavy socket and attempts mild coherence. ]
what's wrong? can't sleep?
[ he half-considers rolling out from underneath his pile of duvets and (unfeasibly) continuing the conversation in haru's room, but he remains tucked down beneath the sheets a while longer, awaiting a response. ]
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2/2 but this technically doesn't exist...
curling and uncurling his fingers, he sighs and exits out of his aborted message through the cerevice. his instinct had been to ask makoto where he is, if he's awake, but that's....stupid. he's at home surely. well 'home' where they both live. no need to bother him. haru will just head back....and thaw out in the shower probably.
though not without one last longing glance backward at the pool.]
text; replies 2 it anyways
are?
makoto doesn't suspect that haru's just plodded all the way to the gym, motor control warped into motion by some rare instance of somnambulism, which is precisely why he digs a fist into one sleep-heavy socket and attempts mild coherence. ]
what's wrong? can't sleep?
[ he half-considers rolling out from underneath his pile of duvets and (unfeasibly) continuing the conversation in haru's room, but he remains tucked down beneath the sheets a while longer, awaiting a response. ]