[Hey, Ardyn. Have you had enough of people barging into your office to whine about things? Because it's Dante's turn this time! Monday, about midway through the day, Dante's dropping by Ardyn's office, focusing more on his cell phone than the professor as he leans against the door frame (if he's even there; Dante's only paying half-attention). After a moment he'll glance up to see if Ardyn is there or not--either way, he's coming further in, taking the chair on the visitor's side of the desk and dropping his bag to the floor beside it. Resting his injured arm in his lap, he's just going to... lean forward and lay his head on the desk, phone still in front of his face.
Only he didn't exactly sleep well last night, between the partly-healed injuries and the usual dreams, so when Ardyn returns to his office, it will be to a young man sleeping at his desk, his hand semi-curled around his phone on the desktop.]
9/18 it time
Only he didn't exactly sleep well last night, between the partly-healed injuries and the usual dreams, so when Ardyn returns to his office, it will be to a young man sleeping at his desk, his hand semi-curled around his phone on the desktop.]