[ by the time giyuu decides to stage an intervention, sanemi's already wound himself into a tight cocoon, almost as if he's subconsciously predicted that his alarms won't be the last of what tries to interfere with his rest. while by no means is his cover waterproof, it sure beats having water dumped on him directly.
still, just as sanemi's learned (and tried) to adapt and evolve, so has giyuu, apparently, and no practical amount of covers or blankets would suffice in blocking out a sound that's a decibel away from shattering ear drums. it takes a few seconds, but as soon as those seconds tick, sanemi emerges from his pod and reaches for one of the pillows atop his bed before carelessly tossing it in giyuu's direction. ]
Are you trying to make me fucking deaf?!
[ there are?? better ways?? of going about this??? ]
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still, just as sanemi's learned (and tried) to adapt and evolve, so has giyuu, apparently, and no practical amount of covers or blankets would suffice in blocking out a sound that's a decibel away from shattering ear drums. it takes a few seconds, but as soon as those seconds tick, sanemi emerges from his pod and reaches for one of the pillows atop his bed before carelessly tossing it in giyuu's direction. ]
Are you trying to make me fucking deaf?!
[ there are?? better ways?? of going about this??? ]