Orpheus has been too wrapped up in the new novel he’s been writing recently.

only taking breaks for matches and the necessities (in which you, apparently, weren’t included), you decide you’re done playing the waiting game.

gently prodding at his shoulder, you smile to yourself when he huffs. pulling away from your touch, looking over the same space you just poked to fix you with a scowl.

“what?” and the way he at least tries to sound exasperated is a little cute.