One little text at 1am isn’t gonna do any harm, Knives figures once he taps his thumbs on his phone screen and messages you.

You reply rather quickly—Which he hadn’t expected, considering it’s late. You didn’t specify a reason as to why you were up to him, but he’s glad your replied, anyway.

Knives lays his back on his bed, phone in his hands and fingers moving on the keys, “I’m bored. Anything you were up to before I texted you?” He types, thinking it over for a second before pressing send.