Snippet #1743528

Touma glanced around as another member of the band walked in, identifiable only by the very soft rustling of clothes much too big for them. He knew before he looked that it must be Naoki. The boy was always wearing clothes that were too big for him, whether that was because he liked loose clothes, or because he had simply picked someone else’s pants off the floor.

He couldn’t help but smile, and very nearly laugh, at the ruffled condition of Naoki’s hair. It was all too clear to him that Naoki hadn’t gotten to wash his hair, either. Party, then crash. That was the way their lives ran. As it was, Touma was surprised that Naoki had gotten up with him. Sure, the boy was sensitive, but he still looked so totally exhausted…

"Morning," he greeted quietly. "Why're you up so early?" he asked, yawning.

Touma shrugged slightly, sipping at his coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered calmly. “Sorry if I scared you, Naoki-kun. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He glanced behind him at the coffee-pot.
"You want some? I made plenty but I don't think the others are going to get up in time for it..."

It was true. There hadn't been the slightest signof movement so far from any of the others. Not that Touma would have heard them from the kitchen...