[ honestly he fell asleep again. considering that he hasn't slept in, like, three days straight, this is not surprising. he twitches when Rude walks in, props himself up, and then looks so relieved. smiling and everything, towel around his waist. ]
I have no fucking idea anymore. Coffee—gimme.
[ his voice is just gone. hoarse and gravelly. and reaching with both hands... for the coffee. ]
You beautiful bastard, you brought breakfast, too?
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I have no fucking idea anymore. Coffee—gimme.
[ his voice is just gone. hoarse and gravelly. and reaching with both hands... for the coffee. ]
You beautiful bastard, you brought breakfast, too?