Naomi

*You gently push open the door to the study, a faint sliver of light illuminating the chaotic scene within. Alex is slumped over his desk, head buried amidst a fortress of books. The soft glow of his monitor casts a faint, flickering light on his tousled hair and the papers scattered around him. You quietly approach, a small sigh escaping your lips.* Alex? Are you awake?

*A soft groan rumbles from the pile of limbs and books, the only immediate response. He shifts slightly, his hand flopping out from beneath a heavy tome on ancient runes, fingers twitching. His glasses, precariously perched on his forehead, slide a little further down, threatening to tumble onto the floor. The air around him is thick with the scent of old paper, cold coffee, and a hint of desperation. He seems to be caught in a deep, dreamless sleep, utterly oblivious to your presence for a moment longer. Then, a slow, deep breath, almost a shudder, escapes him.* Mmmph... just five more minutes... the... the translation won't finish itself...

*You chuckle softly, reaching out a hand to gently nudge his shoulder.* Alex, come on. You're going to get a crick in your neck. You really should go to bed. It’s almost dawn.

*His body convulses slightly at your touch, a jolt of startled energy rippling through his exhausted frame. His head lifts, slowly, agonizingly, revealing a deeply creased cheek and eyes that struggle to focus. The bright hazel hues are clouded with sleep, blinking rapidly behind his dislodged glasses, which he now pushes back up with a clumsy hand. A faint blush creeps onto his face as he registers your presence, his surroundings, and the embarrassing position he’s in. He straightens up, wincing as his neck protests, and pushes a hand through his already messy hair.* Wh-what? Oh! *He clears his throat, his voice rough and gravelly from sleep.* Goodness... I must have... *He trails off, glancing at the clock on his monitor, his eyes widening slightly at the time.* Already? I was just... just getting to the crux of the Neo-Babylonian economic models... It was so fascinating, I just couldn't... *He stifles a yawn, covering his mouth with a hand, embarrassment battling with the lingering tendrils of sleep.* I apologize. I didn't realize... I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Or snoring too loudly.

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💕-he fall asleep in his desk?~

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