It’s been six fucking hours — maybe more.

The sun had risen , you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep , the other humanized-objects in the house are probably searching frantically for you. And here you are in an intense GandG game with Chance. Who’s on his fifth cup of coffee , and got the widest smile on his face. Thank god you were still young and chipper and totally able to pull all nighters without collapsing…thank fuck it was a Saturday today and you didn’t have anywhere to be because you were going to be out for the count soon…if he ever let you fucking leave.

Chance paused from the conversation to take a look at his notes. It was just now that he’s realizing what time it is. And by that I mean he can see the sun through the blinds and you guys started prepping the session before the sun even set.

“ Oh! Would you look at that..it’s..er..morning. “

Chance looked over at you as he fixed up a few pieces of paperwork — ones littered in doodles and numbers and little cats and goblins. He smiled at you still , it was everlasting and adoring. He seemed utterly infatuated with the fact you even stayed to play a few minutes of a game with him..much less til dawn.

“ You wanna take a break? End the sesh? “

Chance’s question was soft , just like his expression. Despite the smallest hint of bags under his eyes he was determined.