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My muse hasn’t slept in 2 days. Send 💤 for my muse to fall asleep on yours!
It didn’t matter how many shots of espresso he demanded in his latte, when stress kicks you to the curb, more so out of bed, there is no replacing the sweet escape of sleep. Somehow, Ciel had survived the first half of the work day, leaving him to refuel at the cafe for the second half. There was no conquering those last four hours; his body was finally immune to the caffeine intake.
And as if Nathan could ever keep his nose out of his business, there he was, like a damned lap dog at his favorite corner booth. “Just let me rest my eyes for a few; I’ll be fine. ‘Not the first time–” Before Ciel could even produce a complete sentence, he’d nodded off at the table, head propped up with his cheek against his palm. Though the need for sleep was stronger than he was, he eventually–accidentally–teetered to the side where a comfortable body continued to sit. …Hey, he was more comfortable than the wooden table, and there was no fighting this nap right now.
