[He wakes up slowly, drawn awake by the sounds of Figaro roaming about and the smell of coffee...mainly the coffee. Gepard stretches, still sleepy, content and relaxed in a way he hasn't been for a while, but that's what happens when a guy sleeps until a reasonable hour instead of struggling awake and stumbling out the door when it's still dark.
Gepard sees Figaro and reflexively flashes him a smile - it's sleepy and sheepish, a little shy. Then, he frowns as his brain catches up to him and Gepard remembers the entire neck-biting thing and how his sisters might be worried (maybe, maybe more exasperated than anything else) and how he slept in a strange man's terrible bed, and, and, and-
Then, he sees the food (a pastry and coffee), and Gepard's entire...everything lights up. He relaxes, his eyes light up, he blushes a little because this is the nicest thing anyone has done for him - let him sleep for a full however many hours (he doesn't even know how many) and then bring him food? Considering how they met this is a sad thing, probably, and he knows it, and yet he can't help the fact he's charmed. It's just...charming.
Part of him insists the pastry isn't for him, and the rest of him helpfully notes that if Figaro could eat pastries then they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.]
Good morning.
[But the fact he's feeling soft, charmed, and well-rested shouldn't get in the way of manners. He sits, because what else is there for a polite captain to but sit and smile at Figaro like they're longterm friends and roommates and not...near-strangers and predator/prey?]
How did you sleep? [He can't even ask if Figaro slept well because the answer is obviously a no, one glance at the couch is enough to confirm that he wouldn't have slept well, the question is how badly he slept.]
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Date: 2024-04-22 06:58 pm (UTC)Gepard sees Figaro and reflexively flashes him a smile - it's sleepy and sheepish, a little shy. Then, he frowns as his brain catches up to him and Gepard remembers the entire neck-biting thing and how his sisters might be worried (maybe, maybe more exasperated than anything else) and how he slept in a strange man's terrible bed, and, and, and-
Then, he sees the food (a pastry and coffee), and Gepard's entire...everything lights up. He relaxes, his eyes light up, he blushes a little because this is the nicest thing anyone has done for him - let him sleep for a full however many hours (he doesn't even know how many) and then bring him food? Considering how they met this is a sad thing, probably, and he knows it, and yet he can't help the fact he's charmed. It's just...charming.
Part of him insists the pastry isn't for him, and the rest of him helpfully notes that if Figaro could eat pastries then they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.]
Good morning.
[But the fact he's feeling soft, charmed, and well-rested shouldn't get in the way of manners. He sits, because what else is there for a polite captain to but sit and smile at Figaro like they're longterm friends and roommates and not...near-strangers and predator/prey?]
How did you sleep? [He can't even ask if Figaro slept well because the answer is obviously a no, one glance at the couch is enough to confirm that he wouldn't have slept well, the question is how badly he slept.]