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Napoleon steps into his room with an exasperated sight, he lazily let his bag slip out of his grip as he walked to throw himself into the bed when he saw some still warm pancakes on his desk with a written note next to it on top of a napkin 'Don't overwork yourself, xxx Comte'
He sat down on his bed, it felt more comfortable than usual today. Then picked up the plate and placed it on his lap.
His hand reached for a fork, but there was none. He felt too tired to get one from the kitchen, and just picked up a pancake with his bare hands, it rested in-between his thumb, and index finger.
The dough felt very soft to the touch, as he took a bite, the warmth felt like it could melt him from the inside out, and as he began chewing, the taste became apparent and the sugary contents melted on his tongue as he slowly leaned to lay down on the bed.
He swallowed the first bite and subconsciously licked the sugary reminants off his lips before taking another bite. He began eating one pancake after another.
Until he reached for one more... But there was none left.
His hand went to rub his drowsy eyes, but he noticed how greasy his fingers were, and decided to wipe them first. He reached for the napkin laying on his desk and slowly wiped his fingers.
Yawning he decided to lay on the bed and rest for just a little bit, drifting into sleep.
Sebastian entered the room, walking quietly to Napoleon's desk and picked up the plate. Sebastian glanced at the sleeping Napoleon, he reached to carefully slip the blanket onto Napoleon.
Sebastian then left as quietly as he entered.
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