( gentaro just chalks it up to drowsiness. or, he attributes any shift in dice’s tone to be yet another thing they’ve agreed not to discuss unless the other one brings it up. while that had its merits when they were friends, getting to know each other, being engaged meant a whole new world and that required communication. )
Hm?
( gentaro yawns, leaning back in his chair, twisting his head side to side to work out the knots in his shoulders. his gaze drifts over to dice, just glad that he’s home to fall asleep with at this hour. ) Ah— Prince... ( he starts, the cat charging happily towards his cuddlier father. it’s in that glance that gentaro notices dice’s hand. huh. )
DICE YOU BABY....
Hm?
( gentaro yawns, leaning back in his chair, twisting his head side to side to work out the knots in his shoulders. his gaze drifts over to dice, just glad that he’s home to fall asleep with at this hour. ) Ah— Prince... ( he starts, the cat charging happily towards his cuddlier father. it’s in that glance that gentaro notices dice’s hand. huh. )
Is it opposite day? No one warned me. How dull.