Kaos sat at the little table in Makai and Emil’s living area. He had his sketch pad between his elbows, but he was staring out of the window. It didn’t matter that it only showed the forest, because he’d zoned out minutes ago.
“Hey, Kaos?” Emil asked, and something about his tone suggested he might’ve asked a couple of times already. Oops.
“Sorry, yeah?” He turned to look at Emil, who peered at him from the mostly open kitchen.
“Coffee?” Emil lifted the pot. “Makai should come in soon, and he didn’t get much sleep last night, so….” He shrugged awkwardly and blushed a bit. Emil could be so shy. Kaos wanted to aww at him.
“Yeah, I’ll have a mug, thanks.” He smiled at Emil, then grabbed a pen to continue with the idea he’d sat down to work on in the first f*****g place.
Emil put the coff
