(/he yawns softly as the morning light streams in through the window, hitting his face and rousing him from his sleep. Rolling to his other side, he’s about to doze off when the sound of someone moving around the kitchen catches his attention. For a moment, fear settles in, making him think someone broke in, but his eyes then land of the digital clock resting on top of the nightstand, golden eyes widening when he reads the date) Leon! (/the shifter jumps out of the vampire’s bed, throwing the door open as he rushes through the familiar halls, heading in the direction from which he heard the older moving about. His bare feet smacked against the floor with every  step he took, the last thing on his mind the possibility of having to explain why he has spent the last fourteen days in the other’s apartment, or why he was wearing his clothes to bed)

{Having arrived early in the morning, the thought awakening the younger hadn’t entered his mind even once, too considerate to do so, of course. His presence had been known from the start, the scent too strong to merely be a lingering one. And so, to not disturb the male’s sleep Leon had spent the last few hours in the kitchen, reading, as always. But for the moment, he’s rummaging around in search for coffee, knowing he had left some at home on purpose as well as out of habit, failing to find what he’s searching for he seats himself with a displeased huff, pulling out a partially tattered pack of cigarettes, taking the last one and putting it in between his lips, using his lighter to ignite the cylinder shaped object, rising when done, walking across the room to open one of the windows, popping his head outside. It isn’t until he hears the smacking of the male’s feet against the flooring that he turns around, cigarette placed firmly in between his fingers as a grin spreads across his lips.;} Well if it isn’t my little doll, good morning. Slept well? {He eyes the younger, brows knitting into a furrow when noticing he’s not wearing his own clothes, soon discarding the questions popping into his mind, one by one, and instead merely embracing the male before him, gingerly.;} Shall I take all this running as if I have been missed?