[gojou deserves the hand in his face, especially because of the protest. not biting is also very helpful, and miles drops his hand as gojou pulls himself away. he doesn't speak as he watches, and in a moment's blink the sorcerer's gone.
it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
[ When Miles reaches for a touch, the mystery object isn't there. There's only air, an empty space, because an annoying someone lifts it when he sees those fingers search for purchase. None for this prosecutor. To assure him that these aren't haunting illusions dogging at his heels for another sleepless night, there's a familiar voice that goes heeeeeee~eeeeeeeeeh behind him—perhaps it would be better if this was a hallucination.
If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
[he just. closes his eyes and tries to remain calm and not immediately swat his hand at the offensive air. this continues for a bit, every time miles reaches back the object is removed and he finally loses patience after about two minutes of this before he speaks up.]
[ The fact that Miles is entertaining this for even two minutes is more patience than Gojou anticipated. With the question, he rests the box back on his head for another second, then gently proffers it below, within view.
It is a box of kikufuku, straight from Sendai city. ]
[yeah it's because miles is already long gone for gojou and it's terrible. sometimes you're an uptight asshole and someone manages to break through your defenses without warning.
but he seems briefly perplexed by the box of sweets, blinking softly like he's trying to understand why they're there.]
...I suppose I'm preparing to take a break, if it's all the same to you. [gojou's back, so he's willing to stop for, like, five minutes.] Stopped for a souvenir?
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it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
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If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
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And what, pray tell, do you think you're doing?
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It is a box of kikufuku, straight from Sendai city. ]
Plaaaaaaying? What about you?
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but he seems briefly perplexed by the box of sweets, blinking softly like he's trying to understand why they're there.]
...I suppose I'm preparing to take a break, if it's all the same to you. [gojou's back, so he's willing to stop for, like, five minutes.] Stopped for a souvenir?