Literature
Busy. | Joseph Oda
"Knock, knock."
It took a moment--long enough for your shoulder to lean and make contact with the door frame--for Joseph's eyes to stray from the document in front of him to you. The sudden jolt indicated he may have very well been in the beginnings of dozing, his lids drooping more narrowly than usual, his dark irises scrutinizing with brief nonrecognition, deducing the lead up to your entrance. You smiled sympathetically, lifting a hand and gesturing with a tip of your chin to the paper coffee cup,
"Sebastian let me in... Thought you might like a pick-me-up."
Joseph blinked once, perhaps to combat a sleepy-haze, but a soft smile was n