#totsukkas

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Sleeping. She loves, loves sleeping or just lying around the bed doing nothing. But it’s such a waste of her time, she could be doing something productive instead of being lazy.

47: How do they express love?

      Primavera Apartments. The six story complex was located in the North-East section of Prava, otherwise known as 'Clock District.' There was generally little reason for Mikoto to head to this part of the city, but today...He'd decided to make an exception. Rather, he'd been forced to allow one, temporarily. 

     Mikoto needed a place to stay, at least for the time being. It was a complicated matter, but he couldn't be bothered to concern himself with the specifics at present. On any other occasion he would've contented himself with a spot in the great outdoors; camping had never bothered him much, and he rather liked lazing about and watching the stars fade in and out of existence. However, though spring had fallen across the land, night remained somewhat chilly, even for the redhead, who generally seemed to radiate an unnatural heat. This was, as one might say, his 'last resort.' 

     Vaguely wondering if he'd even remembered the correct apartment number, Mikoto traversed the hallways and floors with ease, finding himself at his destination rather quickly. Once there, he considered knocking but thought better of it due to the lateness of the hour, and simply decided to let himself in...Which was irritatingly easy. Tch. Doesn't he know how to lock the door...? Only someone like Totsuka Tatara would be so absentminded as to leave the door unlocked. For now, it was fine because he was there, but he'd have to say something about it later. 

     Uncaring of the unfamiliar surroundings, the redhead made his way to the couch conveniently located in the the room immediately off the entrance and proceeded to make himself at home. Not even bothering to remove his shoes, Mikoto stretched across the couch, noting absently that his legs hung off the arm a good bit and pulled them up, assuming his usual position. It was more comfortable this way. He slipped into a deep sleep with ease, employing his startling ability to fall asleep most anywhere at the drop of a hat. There were no dreams, and his slumber was surprisingly easy considering the turbulent nightmares that had caused him to become increasingly restless throughout the night, waking him sporadically. 

     He wouldn't wake until some hours later, when the owner of the apartment would discover him conked out on the couch.