The pillow next to Kotetsu smells like hair product. He hadn't recognized the scent at first, but does as soon as he turns to meet Barnaby's gaze, towards the dip of the mattress underneath his partner's weight. The quietly contemplative look on Barnaby's face is enough in of itself to chide Kotetsu for his behavior, and he lets out a long, reedy sigh.
He knows that he's being difficult. It's unlike him. If he's going to be stubborn, he should be so in a productive way.
It's only been this hard to get himself out of bed once before, and frankly, Kotetsu doesn't know what to do with the reminder.
"Instant gratification, probably," he says, resting a hand on his forehead, fingers curled towards the palm. Were Agnes around, she'd find something, anything for them to do. A small name criminal, a charity event. Something that isn't staring into piles of books without promise. Kotetsu's eyes narrow slightly, his expression softening. "So your hair doesn't naturally curl, huh?"
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Date: 2014-05-10 03:30 am (UTC)He knows that he's being difficult. It's unlike him. If he's going to be stubborn, he should be so in a productive way.
It's only been this hard to get himself out of bed once before, and frankly, Kotetsu doesn't know what to do with the reminder.
"Instant gratification, probably," he says, resting a hand on his forehead, fingers curled towards the palm. Were Agnes around, she'd find something, anything for them to do. A small name criminal, a charity event. Something that isn't staring into piles of books without promise. Kotetsu's eyes narrow slightly, his expression softening. "So your hair doesn't naturally curl, huh?"