"mmh...."

laying on the floor, surrounded by piles and piles of paperwork, is mao, beautiful green eyes closed in the least peaceful sleep you've ever seen.

red hair is unpinned, over his face, splayed out on the floor like yarn a cat's played with. he breathes slowly. he's been doing too much work. so much that he didn't even get to his bed tonight.

"producer....?" he stirs, reaching out for you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his face.

"i am so tired..."