Hm? It's not a problem. [It's said between a couple of mouthfuls of energy drink, pausing to say that before right onto the next, waiting for that sugar and caffeine to kick in. Idia and sleep don't agree. Well, Idia and his nightmares don't.
Idia brows raise as she continues, a slight nod of his head. Twenty minutes would be good, it would give him time to wake up and wash up and stuff anyway, maybe set some stuff to automate on his computer while they talked. He's reaching for a cookie when she asks this, confused by it all.] Eh? [What does that have to do with any of this? Wait... she came to talk to him about, well... was... this?]
sorry not sorry
Idia brows raise as she continues, a slight nod of his head. Twenty minutes would be good, it would give him time to wake up and wash up and stuff anyway, maybe set some stuff to automate on his computer while they talked. He's reaching for a cookie when she asks this, confused by it all.] Eh? [What does that have to do with any of this? Wait... she came to talk to him about, well... was... this?]
Is this a food fetish thing? I'm not into that.