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Masuda stared at the prone figure on the fluffiest white bed of the store. A tick had formed on his forehead and the blasting air-con did nothing to cool his mood.
“Sir…Sir! Please wake up. We’re closing.” He said, shaking the figure lightly.
“Huh, uh.”
“We’re closing soon sir and this is the seventh day of the week you’ve slept on our display beds until closing time despite the signs.”
“And so?” the reply came with a challenge hidden in its tone.
“Eh?” Masuda said, his face taking on a troubled expression.
The blonde arranged himself into a pose and propped his head up with his elbow. He batted his long eyelashes then stared at Masuda through half-lidded eyes.
“Aren’t you taking me home yet?”