Uh, like two hours. It's not gonna kill you, man . . . you might wanna microwave it, though.
[Leon sits forward on the bed with his hands on the edges, still not getting to his feet just yet. He's still slightly hazy from his nap, and it's pretty dim in here by now in the evening, and his mood is—weird, after everything that's happened over the past few days. It half feels like he's still dreaming, everything just barely off-center from reality, in stark contrast to the completely mundane normality of talking about reheating dinner or not.
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[Leon sits forward on the bed with his hands on the edges, still not getting to his feet just yet. He's still slightly hazy from his nap, and it's pretty dim in here by now in the evening, and his mood is—weird, after everything that's happened over the past few days. It half feels like he's still dreaming, everything just barely off-center from reality, in stark contrast to the completely mundane normality of talking about reheating dinner or not.
He watches Togami with a complicated expression.]