//I'm busy. Besides, Brad specifically asked me to ask you to make it.//
Nagi sighed again before wiping the sleep from his eyes. If Crawford had specifically asked for him, there was nothing to it. He took a long moment to asses his current position and then carefully scooped Miles from his belly with one hand, while using the other to carefully untangle himself from Farf. At least the other man deserved his sleep, he supposed.
The cat was apparently perfectly happy to be manhandled as long as it meant he would get some attention. Rolling his eyes, Nagi made his way to his own room, throwing a passing glance at his humming computers before donning a clean shirt and pants.
Before going to bed, he'd used the cable they'd picked up the day before to fix his precious computers and set his search engines running. They were doing their job, but he guessed analyzing the results could wait. Coffee first, computers later.
Done dressing, he scooped Miles up from where the cat was chasing his own tale on the bed and made his way to the kitchen, still only half awake.
Nagi walked into the kitchen not paying attention to much else but the cat trying to get free of his grip and it was only when he heard someone moving around that he looked up.
"... Oh," he finally said, looking a bit sheepishly at Crawford, who had apparently giving up on waiting for Nagi to get his coffee and went to make it himself.
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Date: 2009-08-05 11:09 am (UTC)Nagi sighed again before wiping the sleep from his eyes. If Crawford had specifically asked for him, there was nothing to it. He took a long moment to asses his current position and then carefully scooped Miles from his belly with one hand, while using the other to carefully untangle himself from Farf. At least the other man deserved his sleep, he supposed.
The cat was apparently perfectly happy to be manhandled as long as it meant he would get some attention. Rolling his eyes, Nagi made his way to his own room, throwing a passing glance at his humming computers before donning a clean shirt and pants.
Before going to bed, he'd used the cable they'd picked up the day before to fix his precious computers and set his search engines running. They were doing their job, but he guessed analyzing the results could wait. Coffee first, computers later.
Done dressing, he scooped Miles up from where the cat was chasing his own tale on the bed and made his way to the kitchen, still only half awake.
Nagi walked into the kitchen not paying attention to much else but the cat trying to get free of his grip and it was only when he heard someone moving around that he looked up.
"... Oh," he finally said, looking a bit sheepishly at Crawford, who had apparently giving up on waiting for Nagi to get his coffee and went to make it himself.