[ the coffee is taking too long to brew and Sage might fold his arms and bury his head in them on the counter while he waits because, god, he is bone tired. maybe spending that much time and energy in the swamp doing magic wasn't the best idea. but also, it was the best idea. better than other ideas at least. still he is really fucking out of it, and he should try for food but--
food means cooking which makes him think of Minsu and-- nope not yet.
when he feels someone approach, the witch pulls his head up something almost defensive flickering across his face before it softens when he realizes who it is.
yeah you're gonna have one super tired witch faceplanting awkwardly against your shoulder there, Myung.]
Can I punch myself? That never ends well. [ a huff before he tips his face up, wry smile on. ] I like your second option though, punching someone sounds excellent. After coffee.
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food means cooking which makes him think of Minsu and-- nope not yet.
when he feels someone approach, the witch pulls his head up something almost defensive flickering across his face before it softens when he realizes who it is.
yeah you're gonna have one super tired witch faceplanting awkwardly against your shoulder there, Myung.]
Can I punch myself? That never ends well. [ a huff before he tips his face up, wry smile on. ] I like your second option though, punching someone sounds excellent. After coffee.