[ Tatsuya's beyond tired— he's jittery and on-edge and anxious, so hopped up on coffee and sleep deprivation that he feels almost like he might vibrate out of his own skin at any moment. Everything seems to annoy him— other people breathing too loudly. The material of his jumpsuit. The taste of coffee, like acid on his tongue and somehow off despite no previous experience with the stuff. Light annoys him. Colours annoy him.
He glances over at Jun. Oh. There's the one thing that doesn't annoy him— Jun. Even when everything else is making his teeth grind, everything still seems a little better with him there. He nods slightly. ]
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He glances over at Jun. Oh. There's the one thing that doesn't annoy him— Jun. Even when everything else is making his teeth grind, everything still seems a little better with him there. He nods slightly. ]
My room or yours?