[Miso soup...he'll have to remember that. Snezhnayans have their own home remedies for this, but he definitely wouldn't mind adding an Inazuman one to the list.
He smiles fondly at her as she wraps her arms around him, craning his neck down so she has an easier time planting that nice, sweet kiss to his lips. Ajax's eyes close to savor it, feeling light and happy with how the night went. He'd had such a good time, he also hopes that their schedules will allow them to see each other again soon. Any worry he had that Yoimiya was just humoring him from the night before vanishes- he genuinely felt that tonight had been fun enough that sex wasn't even in the cards.]
I'd love to see you later this week. I'll text you tomorrow, and we can figure things out.
[Ajax leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head, letting his hand come up to brush his thumb against her cheek before he turns to head home himself.]
Goodnight, Yoimiya.
[And off into the night he goes, so he can try to get some rest himself.]
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[Ajax's dreams that night are wild and full of fantasies he'd never even been able to imagine before. Yoimiya fills his thoughts, showing him vivid scenes of the two of them drowning in every carnal desire they could ever want for, and when he wakes his eyes are blurry and unfocused. Scenes of Yoimiya dance in the glow of the morning sun in front of him, before his mind finally allows him to clear those from his vision. His body pleads with him to follow through with those fantasies, and he groans as he obeys, letting himself finish to thoughts of the golden haired girl who he'd taken out the night before.
Later in the morning, now taken care of and craving something to eat, he retrieves the home remedy for a terrible hangover he made out of the fridge. Downing the pickle brine, he groans as he holds his head. He really did drink way too much sake last night, but it was such a good time, is he really going to complain about it?
Opening his phone, he texts Yoimiya immediately, their little hangover competition being the first thing on his mind.]
hey, how'd you sleep? my hangover was pretty bad this morning just like i was afraid it would be
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He smiles fondly at her as she wraps her arms around him, craning his neck down so she has an easier time planting that nice, sweet kiss to his lips. Ajax's eyes close to savor it, feeling light and happy with how the night went. He'd had such a good time, he also hopes that their schedules will allow them to see each other again soon. Any worry he had that Yoimiya was just humoring him from the night before vanishes- he genuinely felt that tonight had been fun enough that sex wasn't even in the cards.]
I'd love to see you later this week. I'll text you tomorrow, and we can figure things out.
[Ajax leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head, letting his hand come up to brush his thumb against her cheek before he turns to head home himself.]
Goodnight, Yoimiya.
[And off into the night he goes, so he can try to get some rest himself.]
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[Ajax's dreams that night are wild and full of fantasies he'd never even been able to imagine before. Yoimiya fills his thoughts, showing him vivid scenes of the two of them drowning in every carnal desire they could ever want for, and when he wakes his eyes are blurry and unfocused. Scenes of Yoimiya dance in the glow of the morning sun in front of him, before his mind finally allows him to clear those from his vision. His body pleads with him to follow through with those fantasies, and he groans as he obeys, letting himself finish to thoughts of the golden haired girl who he'd taken out the night before.
Later in the morning, now taken care of and craving something to eat, he retrieves the home remedy for a terrible hangover he made out of the fridge. Downing the pickle brine, he groans as he holds his head. He really did drink way too much sake last night, but it was such a good time, is he really going to complain about it?
Opening his phone, he texts Yoimiya immediately, their little hangover competition being the first thing on his mind.]
hey, how'd you sleep? my hangover was pretty bad this morning just like i was afraid it would be