Mar 17, 2015
He doesn’t nap often after work, but this was one of those days where as soon as he got back from a modeling job, he flopped down on the nearest sofa, arms curling around the soft pillows that decorated it. He rubs his cheek against it, laying on the sofa with legs curled up towards his body, leaving a seat open for a person to sit. Sure, he’s tall, but he’s capable of giving a person their own special seat.Â
Ren’s eyes are shut, breathing slowly, drifting off into his slumber, whilst the sound of a ticking clock fill his ears followed by.. where those footsteps?Â
