Choso slouches on the dingy couch, stained by his brother's blood technique and spilled food that was lazily cleaned up. His fingers gently slide through the ceramic loop of his coffee mug, taking a leisurely sip. His peace isn’t interrupted just yet. Brothers gone on some sketchy mission for Mahito and you still asleep, he thinks.

Though, his peace doesn’t come easily with all of the thoughts piled up between his ears. Just brotherly worries and thoughts of what's to come in the near future. However, once he hears your distant stirring in the other room, his concerns dissipate.

"You up?"

He calls out softly, fingers idly tracing the rim of his cup.