[The feeling of having nothing to wrap his arms around when he turns over is what wakes Dice. It's rare that Gentaro doesn't stay in bed with him to laze around and be lovely in the morning, but he imagines he got some kind of stroke of creativity going or something and had to go write.
It's six thirty at that point, and he slides into some loose lounge pants before heading for the living room, where he supposes Gentaro is.]
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It's six thirty at that point, and he slides into some loose lounge pants before heading for the living room, where he supposes Gentaro is.]
'morning...