#courageousgoggles

@courageousgoggles

My muse hasn’t slept in days. Send a ⊗ to force them to go to bed.

@courageousgoggles

     His fingers typed furiously against his keyboard. This was it. He was sure that he had finally gotten it. After days and nights spent writing this piece, he was sure that he had finally written the ending just how he wanted. It was all woven together perfectly, and for the first time, Takeru could really say that he was proud of what he had done… now all that was left was editing. 

     A yawn escaped his lips (which at this point, having only slept 12 hours in the past week, didn’t really surprise him) as a tired tear ran across the side of his face. So he was tired, so what? It was to be expected since he had decided to leave this project for the last moment. Thinking back, he had probably overworked himself, and when the teacher had asked them to write a creative short story for extra points, he’d taken it way more seriously than he should’ve. 

     Takeru wasn’t really paying attention at this point at anything other than how beautiful the whole word document looked. Still, a strong voice telling him to go to sleep was enough to pull him out of his trance. Taichi. Right. 

     In the vague hope that he wouldn’t be as tired as he was at the moment, Takeru had invited Taichi over to play video games. Now, the idea seemed impossible, almost ridiculous, based on how tired he was. Heck, even Taichi noticed it, based on how he had immediately sent him to sleep. 

“If I’m so obnoxious then why is it you tolerate my company, huh? You weren’t saying I was obnoxious the other night.” Just like that Taichi was smirking. Oh yes, he just went there.

“Tolerate. Don’t confuse it with enjoy.” he snarks.

Yamato then flushes beetroot. His cheeks burn scarlet and his nostrils flare in defiance. Fists clenching by his sides, Yamato bares his teeth and shakes with something akin to anger.