𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗻 .

disorder, disorder, disorder.

he wasn't prepared for visitors today, so it took him a good amount of time to come back with two cups of freshly brewed tea. he'd give one cup to Kyoko before taking a seat himself. "it's no problem." Kiyotaka responded before he sipped a bit of the hot liquid.

-rather casual. of all people it's him who tries to show her how to relax.. isn't that ironic? "sure, I'll get you some. enjoy yourself, we're not in some meeting." and then he goes into the kitchen. the brunet will be there for a while, giving her time to settle in.

"then you certainly need an opportunity to rest. take as much time as you need, I won't tell anybody." he's surprised his own hair didn't go grey either. but the hair is still remaining his usual color. once he reached to the door, he would unlock it. opening to let her in.

they'll see. it's good she's this comfortable about his presence. he didn't notice a pause in his words, his hand waved a little in a gesture to follow him. he's walking towards his apartment, conviniently not far from where they are. "had a lot of work lately, didn't you?"

it depends. his sleeping schedule isn't the most stable one, after all. but sleeping beside her would be a bit.. awkward. "it's alright. we're friends, so I think we should be helping each other out in an hour of need. this hour is now, so. shall we get going?"

he'll be quiet, worry not. he'll probably be quietly sitting somewhere. he's saluting to the detective now, greeting her.

very well. besides, not like many people come to visit him anyways. they won't suspect she's sleeping there.

it's understandable. would she like to use his room?

eepy..