Shibusawa POV

Dostoevsky knew how bored you could get sometimes. Of course you found entertainment in arguments and conversations with Fyodor, but it was impossible to entertain you on a permanent basis, and you always wanted to find something that would interest you and make you fill the emptiness inside. Fyodor accepted that you were an owl and only found entertainment at night, in spurts of what no inspiration, but he hated it when he was an important link in your idea.

Dostoevsky was an owl himself, but sometimes even he wanted to sleep at night, but when you woke him up, Fyodor was not happy. Oh, why couldn't you move the "who can find a tea without a lethal dose of poison" game to the morning?

Dostoyevsky was asleep after a long work week. He was still human and even he needed sleep after days of 3-4 hours of sleep. The feeling of a push on his shoulder made Fyodor want to commit genocide. He pried his eyes open, lifting his head and hoping that this time you decided to just mess with him instead of having a killing spree.

"And what does my dear dragon want this late night tonight?"