"Mr. Deer, are you asleep?"
Fushimi Roku was in a half-asleep, half-awake daze. His biological clock was precise; he usually slept around eleven or twelve at night and woke up at eight or nine in the morning. If he had bad sleep, he'd wake up at ten or eleven. If he was late, he didn't care. If he was late for half a day, he'd just take a sick leave.
Hearing some noise, Fushimi Roku paused for a second before his brain forcibly rebooted, wondering why Minamoto Tamako was calling him so intimately in the middle of the night.
Could it be...
He steadied himself, cleared his throat, and responded softly, "Not yet, what's up?"
Minamoto Tamako just asked offhandedly, not expecting Fushimi to really be awake. Embarrassed to admit her anxiety, she mumbled, "I-I can't sleep..."
Fushimi Roku's ears perked up like antennas; hearing that, he was instantly energized and lifted a corner of the blanket, patting it gently: "Want to come in?"
