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Sleeping on his stomach provided discomfort only on the occasion that he laid on his arm and cut off the circulation enough to cause the limb to run numb. Thus, the predicament Kyoya currently faced. With a soft groan, he rolled onto his back, allowing the tingle of his paralyzed appendage to decrease ever so slowly. With the passing of time, his mind wandered off, quickly resulting in thoughts of a certain detective flooding his mind — memories of soft kisses and hushed whispers shared inside the very bed in which he currently resided. Another roll directed him toward his nightstand, where he picked up both his glasses and his phone. Though his vision remained foggy, the Shadow King typed without error.
[Sent: 10:30] Hakuba-san, please come over as soon as possible.
[Sent: 10:31] Your company is deeply desired.
[Sent: 10:31] As is coffee. Please?
A small smirk carved its way onto his expression, and after a few minutes of waiting passed, the brunet dozed faintly, phone still in palm and glasses slipping down his nose.
Hakuba had been awake for approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and forty-five seconds. He’d missed the texts at first only because he’d been in the shower after a morning jog. The texts, though unexpected, were entirely welcome. He smiled, glanced at his appointment book, and got dressed in silky dress shirt, slacks and – gasp – sandals to aid in the swiftness of his escape.
He sent his reply at 10:47.
[text] I’ll be there as soon as is humanly possible.