DATE & TIME: june 16th, 11:16pm LOCATION: living room, the lair STATUS: closed for @of-judgement
it’s a kind of comfort, lamps with their lights low-flickering, the steady tap of keyboards and pencil scratches accented by the turning of pages - god knows he needed the space from the lair after all that’s erupted as of late, but a marooning with nobody but salma, aeron, and emmy as company has left him equally as drained. he’s starting to realize it’s less of the space and more of the people in it that’s been leaving him too irritable as of late.
(among other things, but that’s for later)
“dan, what does ‘catch-22′ mean?” eyes peer over the worn library book to the other man, already forgetting what explanation he gave him for whatever he was so focused on doing when he first came to join him. he almost feels bad for breaking the work silence they had between them but it’s been seven and a half minutes and he’s still stuck on the same sentence.
“i’m pretty sure ziyu is overestimating my literacy with these recommendations at this point.” he half-groans, sinking slightly into the couch. “think i could sparknotes it and still be able to talk about it like i know what the fuck is happening?”
