005 // ☆ [PUBLIC]

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[It's the middle of the night, about 2AM or so.

A skinny figure is seen walking zigzaging/wobbling in the corridor of the second floor, the figure's hands are stretched forward and it's appearantly...

Asleep.

Yes, out dear Gokudera is sleep-walking, and he's bumping into doors and somehow manages to make the elevator work.

Nobody is safe from

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[spanamacchina]

[Beat up?
Surely not!]

... Hey, Gokudera. [Uh oh, caught. Spanner was totally not trying to take the screws from the door handles while everybody was asleep...]

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How am I supposed to know? I was sleepwalking.

[He sighs, blush deepening.]

Ho boy. I thought as much.

Sorry.

[spanamacchina]

Well, were you sleep pressing elevator buttons, or sleep climbing stairs?

[He forgot how much you blush when embarrassed. Why so red, Gokudera?]

It's alright.
You were half-asleep. I'm - [He was about to say 'used to it', but catches himself.] - I didn't mind.

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Did you hear an elevator ping when I stepped out?

[You have three guesses why, the first two don't count.]

Yeah. Y-you shouldn't have let me get so close. ['My subconsious still has it's radar on you' He bitterly thinks.]

[spanamacchina]

... No.
You must have used the stairs. [Yay, they solved it!]

Oh, I pushed you away, but you snuggled up to me. [What is tact?]

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[Thanks a lot, Spanner.

His face meets with the palms of his hand, glowing red with embarrassment.]

Nice. Very nice.

[spanamacchina]

[Wow man, how red do you go?]

... [Chuckles.] It's fine. You weren't even awake, Gokudera.

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[He'll glare at you from his hands.]

No, it's not, Spanner. It's not okay. There's something wrong with me.

Tch. [He'll turn to leave now, he's getting dizzy from the blushing anyway, hello sleepless night #85,798,543.]

[spanamacchina]

[The smile slips off of his face, and Spanner frowns slightly, padding down the hallway after you, in socked feet.]

Hey - wait. There isn't anything wrong with you.

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Don't come after me. You're just making it worse. [He taps his pyjama's breast pocket, finding cigarettes, he sleepsmokes? Whatever, he places one between his lips, frustratedly looking for his lighter.]

[spanamacchina]

Oh.
[He stops, watching the other Italian pull out a cigarette with a soft exhale, ever present lollipop clicking against his teeth.]

Sorry.

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It's okay, [He gives up, pulling the cigarette and facing you.] I came here on my own. Subconciously, but still on my own.

[spanamacchina]

Yeah, but - [He sighs, and scratches the back of his head awkwardly.]

It doesn't mean anything.

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That's what I'd like my idiot brain to understand too.

Shouldn't you go back to sleep?

[spanamacchina]

Mm hmm. [He yawns for a second time, tired grin on his face.]

[tntempesta]

Skip along then... And put the door back in it's place.