Shuichi's asleep by then, and Yuki can type in peace. It's not late enough for him to feel tired, but it's late enough for everything to be just that little bit quieter that lets him concentrate. And he likes the way the numbers count down towards something that'll never happen.
2) 8:00AM
It's a very precise time. For Yuki, it feels like the definition of morning, crisp green letters glowing on his digital alarrm clock. The eight is made up of two zeros; Yuki secretly finds that amusing though he'll never admit to it.
3) 11:11AM
Coffee tastes best at this hour. Yuki carries a mug of it over to the window and sips at it thoughtfully, taking a much-needed break from his writing to watch the (washed, made-up and badly-dressed) masses that buy his books.
4) 3:29PM
Shuichi always calls him from the studio to make sure Yuki isn't lonely or missing him. Yuki keeps the call short and sounds annoyed at being interrupted, but Shuichi calls him anyway.
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1) 3:21AM.
Shuichi's asleep by then, and Yuki can type in peace. It's not late enough for him to feel tired, but it's late enough for everything to be just that little bit quieter that lets him concentrate. And he likes the way the numbers count down towards something that'll never happen.
2) 8:00AM
It's a very precise time. For Yuki, it feels like the definition of morning, crisp green letters glowing on his digital alarrm clock. The eight is made up of two zeros; Yuki secretly finds that amusing though he'll never admit to it.
3) 11:11AM
Coffee tastes best at this hour. Yuki carries a mug of it over to the window and sips at it thoughtfully, taking a much-needed break from his writing to watch the (washed, made-up and badly-dressed) masses that buy his books.
4) 3:29PM
Shuichi always calls him from the studio to make sure Yuki isn't lonely or missing him. Yuki keeps the call short and sounds annoyed at being interrupted, but Shuichi calls him anyway.
5) 8:27PM
Shuichi's home.