[ After all that effort to keep watch, Shizuo had nodded off about ten minutes after Gin.
His hand has slipped off of his face and he's trapped in some uncomfortable looking half-lean against the armrest, cheek squished against his bicep. The sucker has long since fallen to the floor, but the real tragedy is the damp spot of drool he's leaving for Gin on his trench coat's sleeve.
He's snoring lightly and despite his position, looks rather blissful... ] Mmn... [ But he's in a deep sleep, mumbling something incoherent. And he's always been a heavy sleeper. ]
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His hand has slipped off of his face and he's trapped in some uncomfortable looking half-lean against the armrest, cheek squished against his bicep. The sucker has long since fallen to the floor, but the real tragedy is the damp spot of drool he's leaving for Gin on his trench coat's sleeve.
He's snoring lightly and despite his position, looks rather blissful... ] Mmn... [ But he's in a deep sleep, mumbling something incoherent. And he's always been a heavy sleeper. ]