♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Just for a moment, he said. I won’t fall asleep, he said.
She should have known by now that when Luke’s tired — he’d fall asleep just about anywhere. Her lap being no expection. And how come she hadn’t noticed? Oh well. A shrug of her shoulder, and she smirked to the view; a sounlessly sleeping young man. Poor guy must have been working hard, she knew fairly well of his tight schedules and overwhelming days. Perhaps a nap would’ve been a good idea for him.
But it has already been an hour and… how long could she possibly sit in the same position? It was quite lovely to run her fingers through his locks at first but at that moment, she had to get up. To stretch, to use the bathroom, to eat. “Luke, yah, Luke—” But no response. If only she didn’t have the heart and would shake him. To bad she cares. “Wake up already, you bum.”
