[ Ratio presses his face into Aventurine's nape, breathing in the gambler's unique scent—a mix of expensive, high quality cologne (though unfortunately not the same as the one he typically uses back home, which Ratio misses) and his own personal notes, which have always reminded the scholar of the sun and dry climates.
...ah, wait, he shouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the day. He blinks his eyes open and withdraws a little to stare at the ceiling of the room. ]
...ten more minutes. Then I must return to the lab.
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[ Ratio presses his face into Aventurine's nape, breathing in the gambler's unique scent—a mix of expensive, high quality cologne (though unfortunately not the same as the one he typically uses back home, which Ratio misses) and his own personal notes, which have always reminded the scholar of the sun and dry climates.
...ah, wait, he shouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the day. He blinks his eyes open and withdraws a little to stare at the ceiling of the room. ]
...ten more minutes. Then I must return to the lab.