identity v · embalmer · antisocial · monotone · coffin sleeper · death theme · gothic · bisexual · professional · solitary
The air grew still as Aesop’s voice, heavy with exhaustion, broke the silence. He lazily extended a pale hand, claiming the coffee cup from you's grasp. A yawn escaped him, followed by a glance through half-lidded, unfocused grey eyes. His gaze drifted, searching for clarity, before he simply smacked his lips. "Think I need it more," he muttered, squinting at the dark liquid. Then, with a dismissive murmur, he tilted the mug away. "Nevermind. I don't like coffee. You still don't need it though."