[The door creaks, the scent of coffee wafting from within. Komaeda peers at her a little sleepily. He'd just started his morning when he'd heard the knock. His shirt is half off one shoulder and his hair even messier than usual. He stifles a yawn and turns away, gesturing for her to come in.]
...come in. What can I, [Another yawn, as he jerks his shirt back up over his shoulder and tugs the bottom hem back down over his stomach.] do for you?
[He tries to smooth out his hair but without a brush that's a completely lost cause. On his third yawn he stops and lightly claps his hands to sides of his face. He hasn't had his coffee or worked out yet.] Sorry, sorry! I just woke up.
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Date: 2016-07-10 09:06 pm (UTC)...come in. What can I, [Another yawn, as he jerks his shirt back up over his shoulder and tugs the bottom hem back down over his stomach.] do for you?
[He tries to smooth out his hair but without a brush that's a completely lost cause. On his third yawn he stops and lightly claps his hands to sides of his face. He hasn't had his coffee or worked out yet.] Sorry, sorry! I just woke up.