You take note of how quiet it has become since Law woke up, even the TV seems to have been turned off so you'd assume it was him who was watching something in his room.

Seems you're not the only person suffering from insomnia around here.

"Cora-san...?"

Huh? Who is that?

Perhaps it's a bad idea to eavesdrop on somebody who has made it clear from the get go that they don't care much for you but you can't exactly drone him out even if you tried, it's not like you can sleep and it's so early in the morning that it's practically silent, you can even hear the boy yawn through these walls.

So whilst laying in your crush's bed and cuddling with his pillow, you have nothing better to do than listen to his younger brother prepare for the day, you can vaguely hear the raven muttering to himself - audibly taking note of things he needs to grab on his way out like his phone, keys and wallet.

Okay, the kid is still an asshole, but that's kinda cute.

You can hear him trying to speak to this 'Cora-san' again a couple of times before he eventually gives up, his voice sounding further away as a door clicks open, you'd assume that would imply he's leaving the apartment, an assumption that proves itself right when his muffled voice says the words 'See you later' before the door closes again.

See you later? So is Rosinante awake...? 

Or was he just talking to his dog?

He certainly seems like the kind of guy who would speak to his dog a lot when he thinks nobody else is listening and judging by the lack of sound coming from within the living room, you'd deduce that you're right. 

It's safe to assume that the sweet blonde is still very much asleep. Must be nice.

You toss and turn a couple more times before finally giving up on this venture, you're beginning to sweat against the man's sheets and if you can smell his scent, he'll surely be able to smell yours when he later uses the bed.

He'll not be smelling me at my worst, no way!

Fortunately for you, you had a shower yesterday morning when preparing for your date so you'd like to think your shampoo and possibly your body wash will be what he can smell when he sleeps later, the thought causing your cheeks to flush ever so slightly.

You've never been so eager to please a man before him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Making your way over to the door and exiting the bedroom, the first thing you notice is how the younger brother had left his own door wide open, you consider shutting it on his behalf for a moment before deciding against it and good thing you did too since as you pass it, the dog from last night growls at you, it's only now that you notice the canine laying down on the floor inside.

I now see who you get your lack of manners from.

But you can relax, doggo, I'm not touching your master's damn room.    

Continuing on into the living room your eyes take in the small changes from last night, the empty coffee cup left on the kitchen counter being the first thing you see and the smell of caffeine lingering in the air as you spot a cartoon playing on TV - although there is no sound coming from it so you'd guess Law muted it.

Oh, so it was Rosinante watching the TV after all.

Your brows furrowing and a wicked smirk etching into your features as you watch the show for a few moments, ultimately the cartoon bunny tricks a hunter into shooting himself in the face. 

Ah, looney tunes. I used to love that shit as a kid.

Your attention soon trailing down to the couch and noticing your handsome blonde laying on his side, his messy hair obscuring his eyes and his lips slightly parted as a very soft snore drifts from his throat, your heart fluttering at the sight.

Although, you can't help but realize he still has the same clothes on from last night, presumably he hadn't the chance to get changed with you sleeping in his room.

Why didn't he just come right in? I wouldn't have cared!

You take a quick glance over your shoulder as you step closer to the male, making sure the protective dog isn't nearby before deeming it safe to gently rest your hand against Rosinante's shoulder, giving him a gentle shake but it doesn't seem to stir him at all.

Honestly you're slightly envious of this guy; how does he look so cute whilst sleeping? It's not fair.

You hastily pull yourself away when you catch yourself staring at him for a little too long though, making your way into the kitchen and flicking on the kettle while trying to guess where they'd put the mugs and teaspoons since there's no use in trying to sleep and Rosinante is clearly out for the count.

"In the cupboard on the left."

Or not.

Taking note of those instructions, you reach up to said cupboard, pulling the door open and attempting to grab a mug but your fingers merely brush against it, drawing a small grumble from your lips and a snicker from the blonde stood behind you. 

"Allow me." His deep voice sounding closer suddenly as he leans over you to get the cup on your behalf, apparently he can move super quietly despite being a little clumsy, he's like a damn cat. 

Your face lighting up like an emergency flare when you feel his chest press against your back and his hand skim yours in passing, it only lasts a moment but it feels like the longest moment of your life, not that you're complaining. 

Your heart going haywire inside your chest as he finally pulls away, setting the ceramic cups down on the counter with a soft smile, at this point you aren't sure if he's being a tease on purpose or not.

Surely, he must know what he does to you!

"Doffy got back to me last night," He casually chimes whilst preparing your coffee for you, it would seem he has a good memory since he's making it the same way Makino did yesterday. How observant.  "He says he doesn't pose a threat to you and Trebol apparently wasn't being rude on his orders, I'm not sure if I buy that but he wants to meet with me later to discuss it properly. Would you like to come? Um...just a word of warning, he wants to meet at Diamonds."

Discuss it properly? So there is something to talk about? 

Wait, Diamonds?! Isn't that a strip club?!

"Y-Yes, I'll come!" Mainly because you're already growing a somewhat possessive streak and there's no way in hell you trust a man blindly around so many half-naked women. "What time?"

The blonde doesn't immediately respond due to focusing his attention on pouring the boiling water into your cup, his silence gradually causing a thin sheet of sweat to dampen your face whilst your fingers nervously fiddle with the sleeve of your shirt--or his shirt in this case. 

I should really get dressed, actually...he's probably seen my underwear at least twice by now.

"I start work in about two hours and I'll be there until 8pm, so it'll be sometime after that." He finally murmurs whilst carefully picking up your coffee and handing it over to you. "In the meantime, I'd rather you stay here until I know exactly what's going on but if you want to leave, you're free to." 

"I'll...stay, for safety purposes." 

And because I don't want you stepping foot near that strip club without me.

Though you must admit, you don't much enjoy the thought of spending 12 hours alone with a dog that seemingly wants to mangle you...perhaps you can win him over with a treat or something. 

Hell, you're a barmaid so you deal with dogs almost every day, you can win this one over.