@azureblitzed said: Takumi has certainly been pushing himself too hard. As much as he loved sleep, it rarely came easy nowadays. And with important negotiations underway with another factions, he couldn't exactly self-medicate with alcohol and risk missing an important meeting. Eito was sitting beside him on his couch going over some forms they had to double check and... It was so hard to even listen. They had moved from the desk because he was starting to get sore sitting there for so long.
He hears his name once but... It's hard to follow. He stares at him, blinking several times before. "Sorry. What? I..." Totally spaced out. "I didn't hear what you said."
Despite it being normal volume and him sitting right beside him. But hey, his trouble sleeping wasn't anyone else's problem but his own. He leans back in his seat, shutting his eyes. If this goes on, he might actually fall asleep against Eito's shoulder. Or worse, actually on him... Or maybe he could just totally screw up the negotiations! Uhg, he feels sick to his stomach.
𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑-𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓, yet Eito finds himself basking in the downtime between the bouts of bloodshed. Even when he's not fighting, there was always work to be fulfilled at the rebellion's base — and as boring as it may be, a great deal of it was desk work that many of his comrades bemoaned. While not her immediate second-in-command or secretary, the lieutenant took on much more paperwork from Kamyuhn's hands than what was required of someone in his position; the transcribed words and flurry of pages were easier on the eyes after all, soundless voices from the ink a 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 to his ears.
Ranging from important peace treaties and negotiations to supply chain logs and battle reports, there's little that has escaped Eito's grasp in regard to the logistics of this war campaign. Such work allows him to have his fingers on the pulse of their base's functionality, and that degree of control was enough to soothe his nerves.
It's what allows him to have respite among the horrors that await him each day. When his already-limited battery for social interactions has run dry, at least he can make himself useful in this way.
Of course, there are times when he must work alongside others when it comes to certain tasks, but at least it's normally with his favorite little monster. Though said little monster is often a chore in itself — Eito isn't oblivious to the fog obscuring Takumi's thoughts given how his beautiful eyes keep glazing over; it seems that this method of verbally reading over the next day's meeting notes in order to refine certain talking points isn't enough to keep the general focused.
At one point Eito simply stopped speaking altogether and stared at the red monstrosity sitting next to him ( entirely too close for comfort on most days, but today he's able to tolerate the other's presence ), and there wasn't any response. Finally he just says Takumi's name with an air of annoyance, and that gets a response. Albeit it's one that just further annoys him, and when the redhead's eyes slip close, he simply rolls up the small stack of papers in his hand and 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 Takumi on the head.
❝ Don't test my patience, Takumi-kun. If you need a break for one of your infamous naps, then just say so instead of pretending that you are lucid enough for work. ❞ When was the last time he's actually seen the other sleep? If the former SDU wasn't in the middle of a battle, Eito often found Takumi trying to drown himself in whatever work needed to be done around the base or in his office. . . or at the end of a wine bottle, but that's a vice to be tackled another day.
So despite his condescending statement, he can't truly recall the last time Takumi has taken a step back and relaxed.
With a sigh of exaggerated annoyance, Eito jabs the still-rolled up stick of paper into the redhead's side. ❝ Go take a nap, you clearly need it. ❞
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