[ There's a brief moment where Shinya is quiet. Judging from how there isn't a response, Ginoza figures him to still be asleep. In some way, it's endearing—the other man has an arm slung over his face, covering his eyes. The blankets are a tangled mess, but he can still make out the peek of a calf and Shinya's upper torso. He tries not to let his gaze linger, so he takes a soft breath, ready to prompt the other to get up.
Before any words can come out, though, Kou is sitting up, shoulders rolling with the motion. It's almost annoying, because he's long suspected that the other man times him, knows exactly when he's about to say something. And then he derails him with his responses. Frowning, Gino goes towards a nearby side table and picks up the tray there. He'd learned long ago to never approach Shinya with a full tray when he's still asleep. It quickly becomes a mess. ]
Here. I brought up a light breakfast as well; your father says you have a sparring session scheduled soon.
[ With that, he holds the tray steady, going closer to the side of Shinya's bed. ]
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Before any words can come out, though, Kou is sitting up, shoulders rolling with the motion. It's almost annoying, because he's long suspected that the other man times him, knows exactly when he's about to say something. And then he derails him with his responses. Frowning, Gino goes towards a nearby side table and picks up the tray there. He'd learned long ago to never approach Shinya with a full tray when he's still asleep. It quickly becomes a mess. ]
Here. I brought up a light breakfast as well; your father says you have a sparring session scheduled soon.
[ With that, he holds the tray steady, going closer to the side of Shinya's bed. ]