[This time he does interrupt, huffing a short and quiet laugh that at least heaves his ribs enough to wake him up a little. He stretches his legs out, feet half-pushing, half-sliding against the tatami as he tries to press against Kojuro even more. There isn't that much space between them in the first place.]
You trying to put me to sleep so early? You know that's not my stye. [Maybe. Maybe sometimes it's his style. But not at his own party and certainly not at Yukimura's. His hand blindly sweeps over the floor where he imagines Kojuro's hand to be, and even after coming up empty it takes him a good moment to remember that it's probably on the flute.]
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[This time he does interrupt, huffing a short and quiet laugh that at least heaves his ribs enough to wake him up a little. He stretches his legs out, feet half-pushing, half-sliding against the tatami as he tries to press against Kojuro even more. There isn't that much space between them in the first place.]
You trying to put me to sleep so early? You know that's not my stye. [Maybe. Maybe sometimes it's his style. But not at his own party and certainly not at Yukimura's. His hand blindly sweeps over the floor where he imagines Kojuro's hand to be, and even after coming up empty it takes him a good moment to remember that it's probably on the flute.]