[Serif's usually more observant than this - sneaking up on him is incredibly hard - but his mind is someplace else tonight. So as he's sorting through the notes, since he's still not sure if he'll get another response, he doesn't even notice that there's anyone else present.
At least until he hears a noise and a startled gasp escapes. The notes fall to the floor.]
What-
[He quickly picks up the notes and stuffs them away. No one else needs to be reading those. Only then does he turn to look at the source of the noise.
...Oh.]
...Bro?
[Tempus will probably notice right away that Serif looks like hell. He always looks tired, but not like this. The complete lack of sleep, the nightmares that caused that in the first place, and the conversation that was keeping him up, have all taken their toll on him.
Then there's the (by now mostly dry) ketchup stains on his clothes, not to mention the scattered empty bottles around the place.]
What're you doing here so late? Heh...
[He just has to keep his voice steady. Everything is fine. Everything is just fine.]
action it is!
At least until he hears a noise and a startled gasp escapes. The notes fall to the floor.]
What-
[He quickly picks up the notes and stuffs them away. No one else needs to be reading those. Only then does he turn to look at the source of the noise.
...Oh.]
...Bro?
[Tempus will probably notice right away that Serif looks like hell. He always looks tired, but not like this. The complete lack of sleep, the nightmares that caused that in the first place, and the conversation that was keeping him up, have all taken their toll on him.
Then there's the (by now mostly dry) ketchup stains on his clothes, not to mention the scattered empty bottles around the place.]
What're you doing here so late? Heh...
[He just has to keep his voice steady. Everything is fine. Everything is just fine.]