no subject

[He follows, clutching his cup to himself like it's precious (it is) and shuffling his way back to the couch, where he has to carefully fold himself up like a pretzel so he doesn't just set the cup down and curl back up. He sits very still again for a while, eyes closed and just hovered over his cup until Akira's yawnspeak has him opening his eyes to squint at him again.]

[He yawns without opening his mouth again, in stark contrast to Akira's Snorlax impression, and sips his coffee, hunkering down around the cup and making a vaguely affirmative grumble of a sound.] Small blessings in that your alarm gave us time to prepare.