At first, he'd made the foolish assumption that Togami was just drifting, and would be upright and embarrassed and grumpy again within ten minutes or whatever. It's only after everyone else has headed out on their ways that Leon realizes that's not what's going on here: he is out. Right on his sofa. (Which is, at least, large enough to sleep on comfortably, even for someone of Togami's height; this is the furniture Leon splurged on the most of all. A man's couch is an important place of both rest and activity, when you can't make your way all the way to the bed for either.)
But here they are. Of course, his first instinct is to wake Togami up and send him back to his own place, maybe walk him there if he's too sleep-addled to make it on his own, but . . . he makes his way over to the couch and gets hit with an attack of something. Conscience? Maybe. Earlier he'd been frustrated at his inability to offer anything substantial to a friend (even if he's not getting paid for it!) suffering outside of anyone's control; now here's this same friend finally at peace, which is a huge relief, seriously, if a little morbidly phrased.
And he's gonna be the one to wake him up? Eh . . . he can give up the couch space for a while.
Of course, Togami hasn't slept in a few days, so "a while" ends up being a little longer than Leon truly understood at the time he made that decision. But once he's made it, he feels locked into it; it'd be totally stupid to let him stay for like two hours and then wake him up, right? If he were going to do that, he should've just kicked him out to begin with and saved them all the effort! It's a point of pride now! He's being a good fucking friend, here! It's not like he needs his couch right now; the last thing he wants after all that shit earlier is to watch TV or play any console games . . .
Come to think of it, maybe the company's actually kind of nice. Not that he's scared or anything, of course. Never had been!
He even hangs out in the living room for a while, for the "company," which is not really company at all. Leon's not used to company he doesn't converse with; it goes against his nature and all. And he wouldn't actually mind it that much, except there comes a point where he glances over at Togami to see what he's "doing" for like the twentieth time (because that's what you do with company, you check out what they're doing even if you're not talking!) and he's still sleeping because of course he is, and Leon starts to feel a little creepy about watching him. He's not even trying to creepily watch him sleep. It's just that every time Leon looks over there Togami's sleeping, and that's not Leon's fault! Ugh.
After enough of that, he unfolds from his chair with a huff and heads into his bedroom to hang out—after hauling out a blanket to drop on top of Togami, because that's a thing you do. That seems legit. He's not gonna tuck him in or anything, but you've gotta have a blanket if you're sleeping, that's just common sense!
Right. Cool. With that taken care of, he wanders back to his bedroom . . .
[ He's out for the night, even if it's not actually night. It's over eight hours later when he finally starts stirring, and even then, he's only doing so because the discomfort of sleeping on an unfamiliar couch with all of his clothes on is getting him up earlier than he might otherwise. Still disoriented, he swings his legs off the couch, looking around the empty living room.
When he can't sense anyone around, and he's been unconscious for who-knows-how-long, there's the fear in the back of his mind that something unfortunate happened to everyone else. So he starts heading around the apartment, waking up more as he goes, opening doors to look into the different rooms. ]
[There's one closed door and one that's cracked a bit open, against the far wall from the sofa. The closed door is the bathroom, unoccupied, and the open one is Leon's bedroom, where he's in there passed out on the bed in boxers and a t-shirt on top of his blankets. He had definitely tried his best to stay awake for the entire day and make it all the way to bedtime without passing out, but he'd failed, just like he usually does when he tries to reset his sleep schedule. At this point it's about 6 PM (the clock on his nightstand is pretty visible from the door in the dim room) and he's been out for around two hours himself.
But he's not out enough that he doesn't stir when Togami pushes at the door. That's why he'd left it open, after all—so that he'd probably wake up whenever there was movement in the other rooms. He manages to prop himself up on one elbow and blink at the doorway, still like, 25% asleep.]
[ Good enough for him. There's actually a brief flash of relief on his face before it settles into a more neutral expression. He crosses his arms, awkwardly standing in the doorway, eyes sliding over to the clock. Ugh... He lost a lot of time there. ]
[He says, groggily, and then immediately just turns to look at the clock himself. Oh, that's not that bad . . .
Leon sits up a little more in bed, crossing his legs under him and running a hand through his hair. Ugh. He feels kind of nap-gross, but he hadn't really wanted to sleep for a full eight hours or anything yet, either. He'd been starting to wonder if Togami was going to actually make up all of his missing sleep, all those hours, right in a row—but he looks pretty awake right now. Huh.]
[ So that's a no. He's still pretty ragged, even though he's awake, and now that he's confirmed that Leon is here and not in a state of peril, his surge of emergency energy reserves is starting to drain out of him again. But he's probably not gonna be falling back asleep quite yet. ]
They left pretty soon after you passed out . . . stuff went back to normal, and it's not like we could all fit in here to sleep.
[Just the two of them. Well, he wouldn't have minded Kirigiri staying and sharing his bed, buuuut . . .
He considers for a moment whether to get up or just flop back down again, but the more he sits up and talks, the more he feels like he doesn't actually want 8 hours right now anyway. Maybe like this, he'll actually be tired enough again to sleep by 1 or 2. Leon swings his legs off the bed, though he doesn't stand up just yet.]
I ordered you food, 's in the kitchen on the table. If you don't want it I'm gonna eat it myself! I already ate, though.
[Ordering delivery had happened somewhere around Hour 5 of this incident. Leon had realized how long it'd been since he'd had food, and then felt weird about ordering it without getting something for his "guest" too, even if his guest was out like a light at the time. What if he'd woken up?]
[ That's right. That might be a good idea. Although maybe not that appealing of an idea, depending: ]
How long has it been sitting out? Is it still edible? [ He wrinkles his nose, thinking about how it might have been something hot that is now lukewarm. ]
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.
[ He's about to complain about microwaves being disgusting, but Leon's expression is kind of uncomfortable. What is that look even for?
Oh well. Surely he can figure out some kind of alternative way of dealing with the food. And if he can't, he'll just go back to his own place and figure something else out. ]
Hey, I'm not gonna twist your arm! . . . Think I'm gonna go shower real quick, I'll be out in a minute.
[He's not sure whether Togami's implying he's going to leave or stay, but it's not like Leon's going to beg him to hang out, even if he's finding himself surprisingly glad for the company. Waking up alone at a bizarre hour in a silent apartment after all that haunting crap was not really a possibility he was looking forward to.
He finally gets to his feet and heads for the door that leads directly from his room into the bathroom. Maybe Togami will be here when he's done, maybe he won't be. Leon considers asking him to hang out, but—awkward.
(The kitchen does come with an oven and stove along with the microwave.)]
[ Hmmm. Okay. Time to go to the kitchen and investigate this food. A stove might be easiest, if it's something that seems like it can be heated up there... ]
[He heads into the bathroom and strips down to take a quick, hot shower, trying to wash away the last of his grogginess and that sticky feeling you always get after a nap that went on a little too long.
As for the food, it's katsukare, and will in fact reheat better in a pan on the stove than it would in a microwave. Not that Leon knows that. He'd totally just nuke the thing and destroy the beautiful crispiness of that pork.]
[ Well, this is pretty decent food. It's one of the better parts of commoner fare. (Thus spake the present list.) He's so offended by the idea of nuking this in a microwave!! Whatever. Time to find a skillet and... put the food in... and... turn on the stove to... high? Probably??
He at least feels very assured that he's not gonna make it worse than the microwave would. ]
[He does have pots and pans . . . or rather, the kitchen has pots and pans. Leon didn't buy the pots and pans. He's not sure where they came from; they were just here. Either the kitchen comes standard with them, or the previous tenants left them. They look a little too beaten-up to be the former, but did this place even have previous tenants? A question for the ages . . .
Eh, they're clean.
Five minutes later, so is Leon; he finishes getting on clean pajamas (eh, he's not going anywhere else tonight) and otherwise making himself feel human again, and then heads out to the kitchen. It worked—he does feel better, even if he could use the rest of that eight hours of sleep. But that's what actual nighttime is for.
He half expects Togami to have just left, and is pleasantly (he has to admit to himself) surprised that he's not.]
What're you doing? Are you allergic to microwaves?
Yes. [ He's not even gonna argue that. He goes to find a fork or something to move the food around in the pan, only briefly glancing up to look at Leon as he enters. ] You weren't using the pan, so I don't see the problem.
I didn't say it was a problem, damn. You're so defensive!
[Oh that's where the pots came from. From calling the kettle black.
He gets into the fridge to grab a soda and flops down at the table, even though he's not eating anything himself; it wasn't that long ago he had his own dinner. It sure smells good heating up, though. Everything about this feels good in some way he can't quite pin down, and isn't sure he wants to. Wouldn't that ruin some of the feeling, overthinking it like that?
Maybe it's just the relief of the ghost crap having faded off for now, and hopefully for good.]
I've never even used that pan . . . what's wrong with the microwave? Is it just too commoner for you?
It's disgusting. But I get the impression that that's the sort of thing commoners enjoy, so yes, I suppose it must be "too commoner" for me.
[ His standards of what he's willing to put in his mouth have relaxed a lot over the past couple of years, at least. He's probably even eaten microwaved food to have an opinion of it. But he'd still like to avoid that if at all possible.
He pokes the food around in the pan... hmm. It wasn't actually cold, so he shouldn't have to do this for too long. He picks up a piece with his fork and bites into it carefully to test how warm it is now. Not bad... ]
—Is it good? Or whatever you call things that're good, in your language? Ha ha!
[The Togami dialect, which is like normal speech run through a Rich Asshole filter, basically. He grins personably, though. Just kidding! The food really does smell good . . . Leon's going to have to get that next time he orders from this place. Maybe soon.]
[ He turns off the stove again. Thank god this was just heating something up for a little while. He managed to make it through this cooking experience. He does leave the pan on the stove as he goes to find a plate though. ]
[Leon doesn't even think to go get the pan or anything. Well, if Togami had it on low, it's probably fine. The plates aren't hard to find or anything; he uses them all the time, unlike a lot of things in the kitchen. Most are in the dishwasher, but—]
[ He definitely had the stove set on high. But it doesn't take him too long to grab a plate from the cabinet, and though the pan has started making a louder sizzling noise when he turns back around, he can still snatch it off of the heat before things get burnt. ]
What a pain...
[ How DARE someone FORCE Togami to do SO MUCH cooking. ...He turns the stove off and scrapes the food onto the plate, before finally turning his attention back to his conversation with Leon. ]
Did you order something for me under the assumption that I wouldn't like it?
More like you wouldn't admit to it if you did . . .
[Heh. He occupies himself with his soda, swinging his legs idly at the table, which is the number one benefit of having "bought" a bar-height table to eat at.]
Or maybe like there's no place even in the crazy virtual future world that delivers the kinda food an heir would actually "like."
Delivery? Perhaps not. [ For a moment he thought he was being accused of not enjoying food at all, and he was going to be a little offended. With all of the food opinions that happen in their conversations, it probably won't surprise Leon whenever it's properly narrowed down that Togami is associated with the sense of taste in Cerealia.
He brings his plate over to the table, taking a seat. ]
If you think about it, there just ain't enough guys like you in the world to make delivery caviar or whatever worth it! But there's plenty of guys like me, and that's why we've got pizza places, ha ha!
[With the soda and the shower and the conversation, he's definitely feeling more alive now, gradually perking back up into his usual noisy self. He watches Togami cheerfully, and a little thoughtfully—but not too thoughtfully.]
So are you gonna pass out again after this? How's that even work? You were up for like three days, right? Man . . . I'd die!
[Again.
He shoves his soda back into his mouth to get rid of the taste of having said that.]
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At first, he'd made the foolish assumption that Togami was just drifting, and would be upright and embarrassed and grumpy again within ten minutes or whatever. It's only after everyone else has headed out on their ways that Leon realizes that's not what's going on here: he is out. Right on his sofa. (Which is, at least, large enough to sleep on comfortably, even for someone of Togami's height; this is the furniture Leon splurged on the most of all. A man's couch is an important place of both rest and activity, when you can't make your way all the way to the bed for either.)
But here they are. Of course, his first instinct is to wake Togami up and send him back to his own place, maybe walk him there if he's too sleep-addled to make it on his own, but . . . he makes his way over to the couch and gets hit with an attack of something. Conscience? Maybe. Earlier he'd been frustrated at his inability to offer anything substantial to a friend (even if he's not getting paid for it!) suffering outside of anyone's control; now here's this same friend finally at peace, which is a huge relief, seriously, if a little morbidly phrased.
And he's gonna be the one to wake him up? Eh . . . he can give up the couch space for a while.
Of course, Togami hasn't slept in a few days, so "a while" ends up being a little longer than Leon truly understood at the time he made that decision. But once he's made it, he feels locked into it; it'd be totally stupid to let him stay for like two hours and then wake him up, right? If he were going to do that, he should've just kicked him out to begin with and saved them all the effort! It's a point of pride now! He's being a good fucking friend, here! It's not like he needs his couch right now; the last thing he wants after all that shit earlier is to watch TV or play any console games . . .
Come to think of it, maybe the company's actually kind of nice. Not that he's scared or anything, of course. Never had been!
He even hangs out in the living room for a while, for the "company," which is not really company at all. Leon's not used to company he doesn't converse with; it goes against his nature and all. And he wouldn't actually mind it that much, except there comes a point where he glances over at Togami to see what he's "doing" for like the twentieth time (because that's what you do with company, you check out what they're doing even if you're not talking!) and he's still sleeping because of course he is, and Leon starts to feel a little creepy about watching him. He's not even trying to creepily watch him sleep. It's just that every time Leon looks over there Togami's sleeping, and that's not Leon's fault! Ugh.
After enough of that, he unfolds from his chair with a huff and heads into his bedroom to hang out—after hauling out a blanket to drop on top of Togami, because that's a thing you do. That seems legit. He's not gonna tuck him in or anything, but you've gotta have a blanket if you're sleeping, that's just common sense!
Right. Cool. With that taken care of, he wanders back to his bedroom . . .
For however long that's going to be.]
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When he can't sense anyone around, and he's been unconscious for who-knows-how-long, there's the fear in the back of his mind that something unfortunate happened to everyone else. So he starts heading around the apartment, waking up more as he goes, opening doors to look into the different rooms. ]
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But he's not out enough that he doesn't stir when Togami pushes at the door. That's why he'd left it open, after all—so that he'd probably wake up whenever there was movement in the other rooms. He manages to prop himself up on one elbow and blink at the doorway, still like, 25% asleep.]
—Hhhhey?
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[ Good enough for him. There's actually a brief flash of relief on his face before it settles into a more neutral expression. He crosses his arms, awkwardly standing in the doorway, eyes sliding over to the clock. Ugh... He lost a lot of time there. ]
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[He says, groggily, and then immediately just turns to look at the clock himself. Oh, that's not that bad . . .
Leon sits up a little more in bed, crossing his legs under him and running a hand through his hair. Ugh. He feels kind of nap-gross, but he hadn't really wanted to sleep for a full eight hours or anything yet, either. He'd been starting to wonder if Togami was going to actually make up all of his missing sleep, all those hours, right in a row—but he looks pretty awake right now. Huh.]
You eat yet?
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[ So that's a no. He's still pretty ragged, even though he's awake, and now that he's confirmed that Leon is here and not in a state of peril, his surge of emergency energy reserves is starting to drain out of him again. But he's probably not gonna be falling back asleep quite yet. ]
Where are the others?
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[Just the two of them. Well, he wouldn't have minded Kirigiri staying and sharing his bed, buuuut . . .
He considers for a moment whether to get up or just flop back down again, but the more he sits up and talks, the more he feels like he doesn't actually want 8 hours right now anyway. Maybe like this, he'll actually be tired enough again to sleep by 1 or 2. Leon swings his legs off the bed, though he doesn't stand up just yet.]
I ordered you food, 's in the kitchen on the table. If you don't want it I'm gonna eat it myself! I already ate, though.
[Ordering delivery had happened somewhere around Hour 5 of this incident. Leon had realized how long it'd been since he'd had food, and then felt weird about ordering it without getting something for his "guest" too, even if his guest was out like a light at the time. What if he'd woken up?]
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[ That's right. That might be a good idea. Although maybe not that appealing of an idea, depending: ]
How long has it been sitting out? Is it still edible? [ He wrinkles his nose, thinking about how it might have been something hot that is now lukewarm. ]
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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.]
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Oh well. Surely he can figure out some kind of alternative way of dealing with the food. And if he can't, he'll just go back to his own place and figure something else out. ]
...Well, I'll figure something out.
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[He's not sure whether Togami's implying he's going to leave or stay, but it's not like Leon's going to beg him to hang out, even if he's finding himself surprisingly glad for the company. Waking up alone at a bizarre hour in a silent apartment after all that haunting crap was not really a possibility he was looking forward to.
He finally gets to his feet and heads for the door that leads directly from his room into the bathroom. Maybe Togami will be here when he's done, maybe he won't be. Leon considers asking him to hang out, but—awkward.
(The kitchen does come with an oven and stove along with the microwave.)]
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As for the food, it's katsukare, and will in fact reheat better in a pan on the stove than it would in a microwave. Not that Leon knows that. He'd totally just nuke the thing and destroy the beautiful crispiness of that pork.]
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He at least feels very assured that he's not gonna make it worse than the microwave would. ]
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Eh, they're clean.
Five minutes later, so is Leon; he finishes getting on clean pajamas (eh, he's not going anywhere else tonight) and otherwise making himself feel human again, and then heads out to the kitchen. It worked—he does feel better, even if he could use the rest of that eight hours of sleep. But that's what actual nighttime is for.
He half expects Togami to have just left, and is pleasantly (he has to admit to himself) surprised that he's not.]
What're you doing? Are you allergic to microwaves?
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[Oh that's where the pots came from. From calling the kettle black.
He gets into the fridge to grab a soda and flops down at the table, even though he's not eating anything himself; it wasn't that long ago he had his own dinner. It sure smells good heating up, though. Everything about this feels good in some way he can't quite pin down, and isn't sure he wants to. Wouldn't that ruin some of the feeling, overthinking it like that?
Maybe it's just the relief of the ghost crap having faded off for now, and hopefully for good.]
I've never even used that pan . . . what's wrong with the microwave? Is it just too commoner for you?
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[ His standards of what he's willing to put in his mouth have relaxed a lot over the past couple of years, at least. He's probably even eaten microwaved food to have an opinion of it. But he'd still like to avoid that if at all possible.
He pokes the food around in the pan... hmm. It wasn't actually cold, so he shouldn't have to do this for too long. He picks up a piece with his fork and bites into it carefully to test how warm it is now. Not bad... ]
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[The Togami dialect, which is like normal speech run through a Rich Asshole filter, basically. He grins personably, though. Just kidding! The food really does smell good . . . Leon's going to have to get that next time he orders from this place. Maybe soon.]
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[ He turns off the stove again. Thank god this was just heating something up for a little while. He managed to make it through this cooking experience. He does leave the pan on the stove as he goes to find a plate though. ]
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[Leon doesn't even think to go get the pan or anything. Well, if Togami had it on low, it's probably fine. The plates aren't hard to find or anything; he uses them all the time, unlike a lot of things in the kitchen. Most are in the dishwasher, but—]
They're up in that cabinet!
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What a pain...
[ How DARE someone FORCE Togami to do SO MUCH cooking. ...He turns the stove off and scrapes the food onto the plate, before finally turning his attention back to his conversation with Leon. ]
Did you order something for me under the assumption that I wouldn't like it?
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[Heh. He occupies himself with his soda, swinging his legs idly at the table, which is the number one benefit of having "bought" a bar-height table to eat at.]
Or maybe like there's no place even in the crazy virtual future world that delivers the kinda food an heir would actually "like."
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He brings his plate over to the table, taking a seat. ]
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[With the soda and the shower and the conversation, he's definitely feeling more alive now, gradually perking back up into his usual noisy self. He watches Togami cheerfully, and a little thoughtfully—but not too thoughtfully.]
So are you gonna pass out again after this? How's that even work? You were up for like three days, right? Man . . . I'd die!
[Again.
He shoves his soda back into his mouth to get rid of the taste of having said that.]
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