[If coffee and a pastry are the nicest thing that anyone's done for him, than Gepard maybe needs to get better friends?]
[But, well, Sampo can't exactly complain when he's got a handsome man smiling at him, coming out of his bedroom sleep-rumpled and soft. He looks better in the morning light than he did last night, though that could also be from the restorative effects of getting more than four hours of sleep in a night. Maybe if he keeps it up, he'll be able to get rid of those bags under his eyes for good! That would do wonders for Gepard's good looks.]
[Sampo pushes the pastry and coffee over towards Gepard; he keeps one of the coffees for himself, a gamble that he's going to take this morning. For a minute or two, he's just going to warm his hands on the paper cup, letting the heat sink into his fingers.]
Aw, Captain, are you worried about me? [He smiles over the rim of the coffee cup, coyly.] Maybe I would have slept better with company.
[And there would have only been one source of company available! Whatever charm his reply might have is probably ruined when he takes a sip, though, and wrinkles his nose a little at how it hits his palate. Nothing tastes like it used to, but some days he tolerates the changes better than others. Some days, a hot liquid will settle well enough in his stomach, even if it isn't blood-- he's not sure if today's one of those days yet.]
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Date: 2024-04-24 04:11 am (UTC)[But, well, Sampo can't exactly complain when he's got a handsome man smiling at him, coming out of his bedroom sleep-rumpled and soft. He looks better in the morning light than he did last night, though that could also be from the restorative effects of getting more than four hours of sleep in a night. Maybe if he keeps it up, he'll be able to get rid of those bags under his eyes for good! That would do wonders for Gepard's good looks.]
[Sampo pushes the pastry and coffee over towards Gepard; he keeps one of the coffees for himself, a gamble that he's going to take this morning. For a minute or two, he's just going to warm his hands on the paper cup, letting the heat sink into his fingers.]
Aw, Captain, are you worried about me? [He smiles over the rim of the coffee cup, coyly.] Maybe I would have slept better with company.
[And there would have only been one source of company available! Whatever charm his reply might have is probably ruined when he takes a sip, though, and wrinkles his nose a little at how it hits his palate. Nothing tastes like it used to, but some days he tolerates the changes better than others. Some days, a hot liquid will settle well enough in his stomach, even if it isn't blood-- he's not sure if today's one of those days yet.]