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{ after a considerable amount of time and water splashing, he pats his face dry with a towel before walking outβ€” seemingly more awake than before. }

ah… i hope i didn’t wake you. good morning…
{ no. but he’ll stumble his way into the washroom to splash some ice cold water on his faceβ€” does the job every time. please hold! }
{ early shift at the clinic… he’s awake, he swears. * πŸ˜΅β€πŸ’« }
mmm - hmmmn.

{ sleepy nods, settling in springer’s hold while his visor begins to fizzle offline. stop trying to nudge your cheek to his while he’s refueling, first aid. }
mmnn. okayyy.

{ the gesture is appreciated, although he’s continuing to nuzzle, the drowsiness soon catching up to him and slowing his movements. }

missed you today…
{ JUMPSCARE!! handsome jumpscare at that… luckily first aid can’t wiggle too much even if he wanted toβ€” the blanket has him good. lightly nuzzling into springer’s cheek. }
{ tangled up with a blanket on the couch. how does he fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions? }
alright…

{ waddling his way into the kitchen for a cube. }
{ that’s enough of that, slowly sliding off of the couch… }

mmn. want a cube…?
{ this was a form of meditation he read up on. it’s mildly uncomfortable. }
nice to see frostbite is back at work like usual… ah, this spot looks nice and… secluded.

{ so anti - social, this one. it’s hard to remember that this was his idea to come out here, sliding into one of the empty conversation pits. }
{ eeek! first aid isn’t used to this kind of attention, scoping out a more sectioned off place to sit. grabbing ahold of springer’s arm to lead him along. to the corner, they go! }
{ message received loud and clearrrr. maybe having some drinks was the best decision of the day, firstie. }
{ his visor flickers for a short moment, reaching to slide his book on the table. he seems like in such a rush to leave, maybe it was the conversation… * πŸ’­ }

mm - hmm. okay…

{ up you go, medic, even sliding up his medical mask. he likes to feel covered in public. }
you should be a little more open minded…

{ anything could happen, anyways! as great as springer is at his job, what if a backup plan was necessary? even first aid has thought of a secondary job every here and there. }

but, that isn’t to say you aren’t great at what you do.
your purpose? hm… but, you don’t think you’d be interested in any other field of work? at all?
absolutely not.

{ don’t quit your day job anytime soon, springer. }

well… have you ever thought of doing something else?
ha - ha, you’re so funny.

{ a playful optic roll, moving to close his book. }
i haven’t seen any unfavorable people around hot shot’s bar. now, blurr’s… yes. ( πŸ’§ )
why is that? afraid i’d get lost?

{ he’s not THAT aloof… right? }
with * you, that’s the important part.

{ capping his highlighter… he can’t find this last word. }
i just wanted to ask… would you like to go out for drinks today, perhaps?

{ flashing a smile! say yessss. }
are you fully awake yet, springer?

{ passing him a quick glance, scooting a touch closer. keep that up. }
{ draping his legs over springer’s lap, highlighting away. cozy sunday. }