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Rohan caps his pen and sits back in his chair. It’s gotten pretty late, but he’s made decent headway into his next chapter.
And, while he’ll never tell her this, he did find some of Kyoka’s insights to be quite useful.
Speaking of…
He stands, raising his hands above his head and stretching until he feels his spine pop.
Kyoka has fallen asleep on one of the chairs.
It’s not surprising, considering how late it’s gotten. What is surprising is that he doesn’t even mind her presence. Or that she was even willing to stay for as long as she did. But their relationship with each other has been… evolving for lack of a better word. He still doesn’t know how to interpret it.
He’s not used to the feelings worming their way into his heart on an almost daily basis and he doesn’t plan on exploring them anytime soon.
Rohan stands over her prone form, hands on his hips.
She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Serene like an angel.
He’s not waxing poetic. He’s just an artist.
It’s in his nature to think about things in that manner.
With a heavy sigh, he drapes a warm blanket over her.
She can stay for one night.