[ izumi did wait as soon as he got home, as soon as he changed out of sandalphon's clothes into his own loose-fitting ones. all while he's pondering over what had just happened at the shop earlier because who wouldn't overthink about something like that? it actually made him so tired just thinking about it that he passed out on the couch, only waking up when sandalphon had arrived home.
he stretches, tail curling, and he sits up and peeks at sandalphon from his place on the couch like some guilty child who's awaiting punishment. he dimly remembers the coffee he'd brought home, now cold on the coffeetable, and his heart sinks at not being able to drink it properly after coming all that way to visit his owner and watch him in his element.
anything he'd say right now might make things worse, so izumi opts to stare at sandalphon from afar, blue eyes glinting with... anticipation? because his lips still tingle at being kissed, and he's wondering if sandalphon would taste like the works he has to make every single day. ]
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he stretches, tail curling, and he sits up and peeks at sandalphon from his place on the couch like some guilty child who's awaiting punishment. he dimly remembers the coffee he'd brought home, now cold on the coffeetable, and his heart sinks at not being able to drink it properly after coming all that way to visit his owner and watch him in his element.
anything he'd say right now might make things worse, so izumi opts to stare at sandalphon from afar, blue eyes glinting with... anticipation? because his lips still tingle at being kissed, and he's wondering if sandalphon would taste like the works he has to make every single day. ]